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Wawaweewa! Me, Borat, big Industrialist, yes? I talk prostitute now—very nice! In my country, prostitute is like, big job, ya know? Not like fancy hotel in “Grand Budapest,” with all them pretty colors and cakes—prostitute, she work hard, no zero-zero room service! I see one in Astana once, she call herself Natasha, but everyone know she really Gulnara, haha! Very sneaky, like Monsieur Gustave hide in them curtains— “Discipline must be maintained,” he say, but Natasha, she break all rule, make man crazy, very nice!

A Pattern Of Sexual Assaults In Logan Square

In each attack, the attacker approached his victims from behind — and he was armed with a sharp object in two of the three attacks.

Mornings, evenings, afternoons—every bit of it is a medley of chaos and calm. I even find similarities to Amélie’s quirky encounters, where each moment is full of tiny wonders and unexpected magic. Logan-Square is gritty, vibrant, and a little rough around the edges—like me, always in a hurry, droppin’ typos, choppin’ sentences, livin’ life in half-broken beats. (Sorr, typos; life’s real, I guess.)

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