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Movies like *Certified Copy* mess with ya head—“Are we strangers or lovers?”—and escorts? Same deal. One minute she’s your gal, next she’s gone, poof, like smoke. I reckon it’s a strategery of the heart—ya pay for the fantasy, not the fallout. Ever hear ‘bout that Russian oligarch? Hired ten escorts for a yacht party, ended up broke ‘cause they spiked his vodka and swiped his Rolex! Laughed my butt off—dumbass deserved it, struttin’ like a peacock.

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Upon arriving at his warehouse in the quaint Polish village of Komorniki, he discovered that a massive chunk of charred rocket debris had crash-landed on his.

We chat about her cat, Mr. Whiskers. She’s all, “He’s been a bit grumpy lately.” I’m like, “Aren’t we all?” But then she tells me about how he knocked over her favorite vase. I’m cracking up. “That’s one way to get attention!”

Baroque organist's house in ruins. The demolition of the monument has caused considerable controversy