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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

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Roger Casement attempted to have O'Donnell arrested in Barbados when he was discovered living free at Bridgetown, but he was released on a legal technicality.

Gawd, I'm ramblin'... Let's just say Bridgetown (us) is like a messy canvas, splattered with vibrant hues, hidden alleys, and endless stories. Its vibe is every bit as layered as a massage session where every knotted muscle has a tale to tell, oh yeah.

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