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I’m feelin’ fierce, like, “Own it, girl!” Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fight. Some days, I’m cheerin’, some days, I’m ragin’. Ever think how she laughs at us? Like, “Y’all dumbasses, I’m still here!” That’s the tea—whore’s unbreakable, flaws and all. It’s bad bitch o’clock, and she knows it!

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I'm Ravi from Brookside Dental. Come with me to Restore a Smart with a full set of top implants. Beat your ass and hide the bible if god watching sometimes.

Brookside (us) ain't your sleepy town, it's a chaotic carnival. Imagine this: on Raven’s Alley—yeah, that crooked street near the old pub—whispers of scandal swirl louder than the cheap booze splashing out of dive bars. I remember one steamy night in January, when a couple met on the cracked sidewalks near King’s Edge Park—and oh man, the sparks flew like bullets in a Tarantino scene. "Are you French?" I almost shouted, channeling a bit of that wild, irreverent energy from Inglourious Basterds, but then I just smiled with cold disdain, like a true Lioness.

Boys basketball: Brookside loses classic opener, 100-98 to Fairview in double OT