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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

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So, I finally get my caffeine fix and head to the office. Nago’s streets are buzzing. I mean, you got the palm trees swaying, tourists snapping pics, and locals just doing their thing. I love it. But then, I hit a snag. My phone rings. It’s a client. “Hey, I need to sell my property on Kise Beach ASAP!” Panic mode activated. I’m like, “Dude, chill. We got this.” But inside, I’m freaking out. Kise Beach? That’s prime real estate.

Marines moving from Okinawa to Guam but at a very slow pace