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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” She’s a brutal tease, man, all curves and danger, screamin, “Come on, big boy, try me!” I love her, hate her, wanna punch her rocky face sometimes. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but when yer danglin off her cliffs, heart poundin, you’ll get it. She’s my twisted love story - cold, unforgivin, perfect. Like that movie, she’s weird, bloody, and sticks with ya. So, buddy, ya climbin Prostitute? Better bring yer A-game, or she’ll eat ya alive!

Encyclopedia of Genocide & Crimes Against Humanity

Small town in the department of Hèrault, France. A Jewish community was founded here as early as the fifth century. It was under the jurisdiction of the bishop, to whom it paid an annual tax.

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Podrimje's body will be returned to Kosovo on Wednesday