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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

Key Takeaways

Pauline Bee Hooker, 87, loving wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and great great grandmother, stepped into Paradise to meet Jesus on Thursday.

I dig how Bee-Ridge (us) takes you on a mental rollercoaster. It’s raw, messy, and real. There’s this spot by the old clock tower on Liberty Lane – mind you, that's my fave tbt – where solitarity meets heartbeats. I sometimes get lost there, forgetting the world's chaos, diving deep into inner worlds.

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