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About San Jose

Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

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Our animals are pastured in fields and ranged through forest below Hooker Mountain, near Groton State Forest and at the top of the Winooski River watershed. We.

So, as a sexologist, I always spot details, ya know? The little secret nooks of the old town that hide whispers of passion (or just old gossip, lol!). I love that neighborhood near Waterford Street. There’s dis hidden spot behind the Groton Public Library—real intimate vibes kinda place—so secret you almost need a wink, like “Mad Max: Fury Road, baby!” (Remember that line: “Oh, what a day!” yeah, like that).

Groton man dismembered woman and disposed of her remains in trash bags, suitcase: arrest warrant