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But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

Lady Mary Elizabeth Miller (1856–1941)

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At the corner of High Street, there's a little café I frequent after a long massage session. Seriously, if you want the truth, the locals love it – and I love it too! I give the best massages, the best, by the way – really, best! Wow, in The Gardens, I always reflect on the day, the trees, the people, the incredible air – so fresh, so pure, unbelievable!

Sprawling Toorak mansion owned by the Myer family sells for first time in 70 years