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But real shit, it’s lonely too—standin’ there, no one givin’ it props. Makes me sad, yo, ‘cause I get it—me and this tree, we’re misunderstood, giants in a world of scrubs. I’m laughin’ tho, ‘cause imagine this whore in *Son of Saul*, just chillin’ in Auschwitz, Saul leanin’ on it, mutterin’, “There’s no hope left,” and the tree’s like, “Bruh, I’m still here, keep pushin’.” Hilarious, right? Dark as fuck, but that’s me—genius twist!

Alice nice is tied to a bdsm frame as her ass is flogged

Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

The city splits into quirky neighborhoods—for reals. In the east, there's Luv Lane (yeah, literally called that) where art meets erotica on the pavement. Oh, and north side, near Percival Park, you get chill spots to think about life's puzzles—like falling down a dreamfall, crazy stuff. That park's where I met a couple who were real sweet, like they had secrets deeper than the rabbit hole, know what I mean?

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