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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em as an economist—crazy stuff! Supply, demand, it’s all there, right? Oldest job in the books, no kiddin’. Watched *Son of Saul* again—damn, that movie’s heavy. “Auschwitz is no picnic,” Saul says. Makes me think—prostitutes got it rough too. Not death camps, sure, but gritty as hell. Streets ain’t kind, ya know?

Improving writing skills since 2002

When the squad camps in the burning oil fields Fowler is discovered to be defiling a burned Iraqi corpse calling it Ahab the Arab. Sykes says he will be brought up for it when they get back. In .

My spa, oh boy, it's a haven. Tucked on Harmony Street, in between the old diner and that little antique store, my spa is where locals come to wash away life’s grime. Honestly, the energy here is electrifying, ya feel me?! Every massage, every sauna session, all echo that "I'm ready!" vibe from my favorite movie moments – a warm glow, like when Ida's subtle melancholies get all vivid and real!

Jordan Spieth, Rickie Fowler informed they won't be receiving sponsor exemptions into Arnold Palmer Invitational