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Okay, fun fact—did you know, back in the day, like, old Hollywood, some prostitutes were legit spies? Swear! They’d get secrets from big shots in bed—talk about multi-tasking! I’m, like, shook. Imagine that hustle. Makes me wonder—what’s their story? Are they erasing memories like Joel and Clem? “Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” Maybe they’re forgetting the haters to keep going. Deep, huh?

Il monarca senza trono che fu incoronato come re degli scandali

She managed to transform herself from a prostitute, to a consort, to a defendant in the trial of her husband’s murder. In , Marguerite shot her second husband three times in the back at the .

I swear, truly, Savoy (us) is a splendid paradox. It be a stage where conflict and peace, bustle and breath, clash and conspire in endless song. Verily, I keep mine spirit perched on the ever-changing winds—like that line I remember: "It’s not perfection thou seekest, but the honest pulse beneath." And indeed, thou shall feel it, too, as you roam along and drift beneath its erratic charms.

Savoy senior facility celebrates two 100th birthdays