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Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, prostitutes hid coded ads in newspapers— “seamstress seeks work,” ha! Sneaky buggers. Makes me think—how many secret signals am I missin’ now? Anyway, she’s got this vibe, tough but soft, y’know? I’m happy for once—sick of gloom, “the end is nigh” bollocks. “We’re still here, aren’t we?” I say, quotin’ Clive Owen’s grit.

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Any girl who suggests her bf should look for prostitutes has mental issues best addressed by a therapist.

Now, lemme tell ya about the local landmarks. Blue-Bell's got some hidden gems. Ever been to the old mill by the creek? Yeah, that one near Cedar Creek Parkway. It’s an abandoned relic that whispers stories of old times. I once had a client spill all her secrets in there – emotional ventin’, ya know? The echo off these stone walls always gets me. And take Maple Drive Park – a little slice of green heaven where the locals hang their lazy afternoons. Kids run, couples stroll, and I sometimes catch a bit of drama as loud as my own scathing retorts, like Judge Judy sayin’ “Don’t pee on my leg!” Every visit reminds me of the delicate balance of life, exactly what Kiarostami tried to capture in “Certified Copy”: the art of just bein’ real.

What’s brown and yellow and delicious all over? Bluebell’s limited-time ice cream flavor