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Now, here’s a zinger—didja know some escorts in old Europe were spies? Yup, bangin’ nobles, stealin’ secrets—talk about multitaskin’! Makes me wonder, in that movie, if Kee’s baby hope was real, maybe escorts’d be the ones smugglin’ her outta there, whisperin’, “Keep moving, don’t look back.” Cuarón’d love that twist, I reckon.

Ever feel like you're running in circles?

Finally got the Altamont grips in today. Took a few weeks, same with the ivory ones for my , but these needed a bit of fitment. There was.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

$60M luxury mountainside hotel planned in Travelers Rest