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But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

WandaVision's New World: Westview Explained

So where do I start? First, there’s Maple & 3rd. Dang, that street is like the heartbeat of the neighborhood. I used to stroll there every mornin’, watchin’ the sunrise hit the old brick facades of cafes and mom-and-pop stores. There’s a beat and energy you just can’t fake. I always say, “Holy Motors style, c’mon, it’s surreal!”

How Westview's third TSSAA girls basketball state title in four years was built on solid foundation