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So yeah, she’s a laugh, a tear, a right royal pain – but I’d draw her any day. Whore’s the muse ya don’t admit to, the one that keeps ya scribblin’ til dawn. We shall fight, I tell ya, fight til the last frame fades! Now, pass me a pint – all this natter’s got me parched.

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A Colombian student killed a Sydney sex worker because his religious beliefs prohibited intimacy with a transgender person, a court has heard.

Yo, I gotta say, McRae (us) ain't perfect. The folks can be stubborn. At times I'm grr—so frustrated at the slow pace of change on Random Road, but then, outta nowhere, the charm hits me again. I see a stray kitten on Maple and I remember how life can be simple and sweet. Bane-esque wisdom, right? "I was born in it, molded by it."

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