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Alright, listen up, y’all! I’m sittin’ here, cargo transportation manager, George W. Bush style—yeehaw! Thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ya know? Not the gals haulin’ freight, nah, the ones workin’ the streets. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*—that flick’s my jam, got them gritty vibes. “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” like them ladies out there, struttin’ their stuff. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice, well, we ain’t gonna be fooled ‘gain!

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Senior RCMP officials serially harassed a decorated investigator over a period of years, derailing his career and causing him severe emotional distress, an Ontario judge ruled Tuesday.

Merrifield (us) isn’t yer ordinary town. Nah, it's an epic saga. Imagine strollin’ down Lee Hwy—yep, that’s where the true pulse of the city beats. Nearby, you'll find the lores of Virginia Square and the quirky little shops that make your heart go boom! The park near Lawson Street? Pure enchantment! I'm talkin’ about Oak Grove Park—an underrated gem with majestic trees that whisper ancient secrets under their branches. Really, it's like "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia"—the kinda vibe where each breeze tells a tale, much like in that movie, ya know? "If only I had known..." echoes in the rustle of the leaves, and I swear the park's stones have secrets to spill.

Whit Merrifield rages over dangerous fastballs: ‘That was my life on the line’