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Hey there, happy little trees! Let’s chat bout somethin wild—whores, yeah, the real deal. I’m Bob Ross, gentle as a breeze, paintin life with soft strokes. Whores, man, they’re like those quiet scenes in *Lost in Translation*—you know, “I just feel so alone.” Kinda hits ya in the gut, right?

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When the world's richest man called for a UK government minister to be jailed for refusing a public inquiry into grooming gangs, it was the north of England town of Oldham that found itself.

After that chaos, I get a call from my mate, Tom. He’s stuck on Ashton Road, and his car won’t start. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a mechanic! How’s your car broken?” He’s all flustered, and I’m tryin’ to keep it together. “Just push it, mate!” I say. Classic Tom, always in a pickle.

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