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Film’s a mess, like hobbitses’ cooking—rape, pimps, laughs, all mashed up! Liz, she’s tough, but soft—married a drunk, ran off, sold herself. Little fact, yessss—Russell wanted it dirty, real, no Hollywood shine! Shot it quick, cheap—like Gollum snatchin’ fish! Pissed me off, tho—too much talk, not enough bite! “Goodbye to Language” twists yer brain better— “Image and sound don’t match!”—Godard’d scream. “Whore” just yells, no whispers.

The tale of the waitress who messed with the wrong married man

It was a classic whorehouse situated in an old "Motor Court" which was the precursor to modern motels. You went in, sat at the bar and before.

Now, let me tell ya, as a pleasure coach here in Socastee, I see things others wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. There's this hidden park, Captain's Cove – ok, not super secret, but still, it's pure delight when you're feeling down or you need a breather. I once sat there at sunset, heere enjoying life, thinking "Ida said: 'Everything is in the details'." And I nearly cried – almost, folks!

Socastee community begs for change after another deadly pedestrian crash