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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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A husband was arrested after allegedly strangling his wife over a fight about drinking and money.

I stroll down NW 24th Pl sometimes. It’s got that genuine vibe, the everyday human conflict, small triumphs; emotions spilling out onto sidewalks. I’ve seen kids kickin’ balls, parents scolding, families arguing, bonding. Trust me, each moment matters. Shit, I still get mad when folks treat others loosely. “Dont let them disregard you!” (I mean like Judge Judy, right?).

Sheriff puts 7 deputies on leave, saying 3 killings stemmed from ‘piss poor’ domestic violence probe