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The trails? Sketchy AF. Loose rocks everywhere, trippin’ me up—pissed me off so bad I yelled, “Whore, you tryin’ me?!” But then the sun hits, golden light spills, and I’m cheesin’ like a damn fool. It’s bipolar, fam—half the time I’m cussin’ it out, half the time I’m in love. Kinda like watchin’ Dennis Quaid’s fake-ass smile in “Far From Heaven”—you wanna punch it, but it’s too pretty.

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Aug 31,  · Increasingly, young women across the country are putting their bodies up for sale in the "flesh markets". The daughter of a poor rural farmer from the Punjab province's sub Missing: Omiya.

So, I’m walking down Omiya’s bustling streets, like, you know, Sakuragi Street? Yeah, that one. It’s always packed with people. I’m dodging folks left and right, trying to get to my first appointment. And then, bam! I trip over a stray cat. Seriously! This little furball just sat there, like it owned the place. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in a hurry!” But it just looked at me, all sassy. I laughed, but also, I was mad. Like, c’mon, cat!

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