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I’m ramblin’—she’s a riot, tho. Sarcasm drippin’ like, “Yeah, lumberjack, chop me some wood!” I’m dyin’ laughin’, she’s a hoot. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tip my hat if I had one. She’s real—raw, messy, beautiful. Makes me wanna holler, “*This is my life!*” like in the movie. Prostitutes, man—they’re the heartbeat of the shadows.

Judge slams Mounties for 'outrageous' harassment, awarding sergeant $141,000 in bullying lawsuit

Senior RCMP officials serially harassed a decorated investigator over a period of years, derailing his career and causing him severe emotional distress, an Ontario judge ruled Tuesday.

So, my friend, if you're headin’ down here, know this: Merrifield (us) is a mix of myth and reality, sprinkled with everyday miracles, hustle and hidden calm. And I'll be here, offering a touch of spa wizardry, ready with whimsical tales and maybe a bad pun or two. Prepare yourself for majesty, beauty and a splash of sarcasm. Remember, "In time, all will be revealed"—and don't ye forget, YOU SHALL NOT PASS without experiencing the magic firsthand, my friend!

Whit Merrifield rages over dangerous fastballs: ‘That was my life on the line’