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In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

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The 'Screaming Spectre' haunts London's Farringdon Station, renowned for its terrifying scream frightening both passengers and staff waiting for the last train.

I hit the market, and wow, it’s buzzing! Fresh produce everywhere. I’m talkin’ apples, carrots, you name it. But then, I see this bloke selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, man. I get all excited, like a kid in a candy store. I try a sample, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m like, “Gimme that!” But then, I realize I left my wallet in the truck. Ugh!

Oxfordshire shepherd sentenced for animal welfare and farming standards offences