Julia Sprimont Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a quirky thought—sometimes I imagine these logistics whores wearin’ them bomb suits from the movie. Waddlin’ around, overchargin’ me, lookin’ ridiculous. Cracks me up! But real talk, they’re a pain in my ass. Always gotta watch ‘em, or they’ll screw ya faster than you can say, “It’s a helluva day to die!”—another gem from *The Hurt Locker*.

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And hey, the neighborhoods – oh gosh, how can I not gush ‘bout them? There’s Sainte-Marie, with its quirky little cafes on Place Sainte Marie, and then there’s Vieux Sprimont, all cobbled streets and brick walls that hold a thousand (or maybe a million) memories. My psych mind is always buzzin’ with every detail, every whisper from the walls. It makes me happy, and yeah, sometimes maddening when I spot hidden strains of sadness. We swears!

Altercation between residents of a Red Cross centre, one injured