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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

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The murder of Mr. William Weare, also known as the Radlett murder, created an uproar in the press for its gruesome details and seedy connection to the gambling underworld. It inspired .

Ohhh, my dear friend, let me tell ya 'bout Radlett – very nice, ya know? Radlett, it is a little gem in Hertfordshire, super pretty and quirky – yes, yes! Listen, I live here, been counsling women for years now, and lemme tell ya, every corner of this town got magic, even if it sometimes makes my head spin like "The Turin Horse" – ohhh, that movie, very deep, like “Darkness, it answers nothing.”

A long lost viewpoint of a short road in Watford