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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

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Beware of a Holy Whore ★★ Warnung Vor Einer Helligen Nutte German film crew sits around a Spanish resort—complaining, drinking, and making love—as they wait for financial .

Alright mate, let me spin ya a yarn 'bout Sorrento (au) – the crown jewel of our coastal wonderland, and trust me, it's as deep as, err, "the ocean" in Finding Nemo! Now, picture this: narrow winding streets like Seaview Crescent where the locals loiter with laptops and lattes, and the salty breeze throws in memories of my sexologist days. Here, every corner is a cheeky reminder of life's intimate mysteries – hey, ya know, "Just keep swimming," right?

First Look: Hotel Sorrento Is Finally Opening Its Rooftop Restaurant and Bar Inspired By the French Riviera