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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

The horrifying reality of being a helot slave in ancient Sparta

helot, a state-owned serf of the ancient Spartans. The ethnic origin of helots is uncertain, but they were probably the original inhabitants of Laconia (the area around the Spartan capital) who .

Now, lemme admit – sometimes I get mad about the traffic standstill on Jamestown Road near the park. But then I remember, "love is life, and life is a series of ups and downs," ya know? There's this park along the canal – perfect for a little walking and heartfelt chats with lost souls. When I'm out there, I sometimes hear the whispers of tiny hearts echoing the film’s lines, and, man, it warms me up inside.

Lennar Homes wastewater ruling in Helotes could take months