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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

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Attorney Michael Green sued the Department of Education and Waianae High School's principal on behalf of the year-old girl, who is autistic and has the learning abilities of a second grader.

Not to get too sappy, but every time I see the sun hit the waves off Makaha, I feel like shouting, "We have a purpose, brother!" Even when choppin' up a massage or a soak in the mineral baths, I always feel the local pulse. Sometimes, I'm like, "What the heck happened here?" ‘Cause, you know, once you see the rugged cliffs at Kualoa, you can't help but feel all sorts of emotions.

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