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So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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The roundtable provided the opportunity to reflect on recent moves to excise sex and forms of sexual commerce and performance from online spaces.

Tarleton ain't your average snoozefest, man. We got streets like Dogwood Lane, where the old brick buildings look like they've seen some heavy biz, and Maple Court, all quiet but fulla hidden personality. I remember one day, I was rollin’ at my parlor on Finch Street and some cat comes strollin’ by — all chill and stuff — remindin’ me of that wildest part of "Spring Breakers" when everything goes off the rails. Yeah, seriously, “Respect my authoritah!” and all that jazzy crap.

UK’s Costa Coffee opens new drive-through in Tarleton, England