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Oi, mate, grab a pint! So, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty old swineherds, us, gawking at ‘em! I reckon they’re like Rocket in *City of God*, yeah? “I’m out, man, I’m done!” – bollocks, they’re never out! Stuck in that favela life, shagging for a quid. Makes me bloody furious, it does – blokes like Li’l Zé, all “I’m the king, bow down!” exploiting ‘em. Cackling like a mad git, I’d shove ‘em off a cliff meself, but nah, they’d just crawl back, smirking.

Controversial Silvio Berlusconi once again struck a controversial note

A car in which five years ago a teacher was murdered is returned to the victim's husband. Pullman re-opens the unsolved case, hoping her team can track down the dead woman's secret lover, .

Hey dude, so listen up. I'm your spa owner buddy from Pullman (us) – yeah, that little cosmic gem in Washington that’s full of surprises, quirks, and absolute cosmic beauty. Imagine a city where the gentle hum of everyday life meets a universe of hidden wonders. I’m talkin’ about main streets like Washington Ave, where the energy of local life is as vibrant as a supernova; every step feels like stepping through time, sorta like the scenes in "A Separation" – “We’ve all our secrets” echoes through every corner here.

Drunk driver parks car in center of road in Pullman