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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

Pasta That Says “Olive You”

Weiner — who is a Level 1 sex offender after doing time for sexting a year-old girl — recently told the New York Times he was thinking “cashing in” with an NFT of the lewd photo that.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout Weener (de) – it's weirdly awesome, ya know? So, I'm here in this little town, livin’ it up as a dating site developer and all, and Weener is kinda like a mix of old school charm and modern flippin’ surprises.

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