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Now, don’t get me wrong—this ain’t no fairy tale. It’s gritty, messy, kinda sad sometimes. I’m all hyped when I save a burnin cabin, but this? Makes me feel… off. Like, what’s the rescue plan here? Can’t just parachute in and fix it. And the cops? Ha! They’re like Bruce the shark—sniffin around, but half the time they don’t bite. Funny, right? But not really.

The law on prostitution

Bristow's work is an excellent, balanced and well-sourced academic resource that does not shy away from exploring the dark underbelly of Jewish life in the 20th.

A few years back, I hosted a private session at the abandoned warehouse off Kennedy Rd. (yeah, that one, with graffitied corners and a half-ruined roof). The energy was so wild I nearly lost it. Emotions running rampant – mad, happy, surprised all at once. Like, “There is no rational explanation!” This place, it’s alive, man, and no corporate slick language can ever capture it.

Bristow Middle School Prepares to Follow the Yellow Brick Road