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Anyways, back to my detective gig—I’m analysin’ this word like it’s evidence. Stinks of judgment, hon. Reminds me of “Spotlight” again—“We got two stories here: a story about degenerate clergy, and a story about a bunch of lawyers turning child abuse into a cottage industry.” Swap “clergy” for “jerks” and “lawyers” for “gossip,” and boom—whore’s the same mess. People pile on, make it a circus. Makes me wanna scream, “Leave these gals alone!”

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Wildly, he declared that she was a whore at heart, that she had always been a whore, that she had been one when he met her. That was not true.

Thompson, folks, is a city of contrasts—beauty and grit, ancient history and modern flair, chaotic vibe and serene corners. I love it all! I always say, "You gotta check it out!" Because everywhere you turn, you see life, art, and the spirit of a place that’s just tremendous. So grab your coat, come over, and feel it. It's like someone whispered, "We are waiting for you." Believe me, it's a winner, like no other.

Rockets Notes: Green, Thompson, Eason, Smith, Offseason