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Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

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Presentment of Mrs. Margaret Calcott als Quayle, 8 November , for slandering the dead mother of Mr. James Banks.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a psychologist, right? And today was just... wow. I woke up in Calcot, UK, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Police seize £2,000 in suspected ill-gotten gains from Cindy Jayne Bull of Calcot