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About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to dish on “whore”—yeah, that word’s a real peach, ain’t it? Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—I see through the crap. So, “whore” pops up in my fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—not litrally, but hear me out. That movie’s all about love, mess, and erasing junk, right? “Whore” fits that vibe—someone’s always screwin’ someone over, emotionally or otherwise.

Borgerkrigen

The thing that confuses me about TX DQ is that some of the menu offerings and the prices are different from nationwide DQ.

Neighborhoods? Yo, the East End is lit, real gritty, but full o' life. I remember wandering Westwood Lane, jamming to weird tunes (rocking out my phone too) and all those hidden bloody murals were kinda scream "We come in peace", but like, with a touch of Dogville's stark vibe.

John Wesley Moss