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Oh, and get this—back in the day, prostitutes in Paris had secret codes, tappin’ on walls to warn each other ‘bout raids! She don’t need that, tho—she’s got eyes like a hawk, spots trouble a mile off. Kinda admire her, y’know? She’s chaos, she’s anarchy, she’s me in a wig—haHA! Why so serious, world? She ain’t hurtin’ nobody—just playin’ the hand she’s dealt! So yeah, pal, that’s my take—prostitutes, bombs, and a little Joker spice! What’s next, huh?

"Hooking for cheeseburgers isn't normal," says detective from department that pretended to do so.

Sandra Page allegedly admitted to police that the group had traveled to Casper in order to make money via prostitution and delivery of marijuana.

Srry, my brain is on overdrive. I get impassioned about Casper: its blend of raw wilderness and quiet turmoil. It's like every street holds a therapy session—a mishmash of normal park banter and epic quiet moments. Feelings get mixed up, then BOOM—happy, sad, kinda mad. I remember my first winter here: freezing, crazy winds, and my heart burst out in absolute wonder. I was rattled many times. Like, “ruh-roh! Who knew such a cold place could warm the heart?”

Heartbreak in Madrid: Jack Drapers Defeat to Casper Ruud Reveals Stunning Turn of Events