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What gets me happy tho? The hustle. These gals, tough as nails. Survivin’, laughin’ at the losers. One time, this chick – Lola, maybe? – she pickpocketed a senator mid-act. Hilarious! He’s yowlin’, she’s gone, gold in hand. “I don’t want to lose you,” he prolly whined, like Anne in “Amour.” Too late, buddy! Love that grit, that fight. Gladiator in me salutes ‘em.

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Sep 2,  · She was taken to Kamathipura, where she was dragged into a brothel on 14th Lane and raped by a paedophile customer, while the madam and her daughter held her down by her Missing: Forst.

Every corner tells a story. The smell of fresh pretzels at Bäckerei Müller on Nebenstrasse, the grouchy old man preachin’ on his porch like he’s the mayor of the block, the sweet melody of crickets in the park – it’s poetry, baby! Even the local market, known as the Wochenmarkt, bursts with color and chatter so lively it makes ya wanna shout, “Halleluyer!”

A’s GM David Forst refutes Bob Nightengale’s Max Fried reporting