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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ bout this slag since I watched *Melancholia*—y’know, that gloomy Lars von Trier flick I bloody love. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst says, all posh and miserable, and I’m like, yeah, whores prove it! Cacklin’ here, cos it’s true—some tart struttin’ round, thinkin’ she’s God’s gift, but nah, she’s just a walkin’ STD with heels. Saw this one bird on X the other day, postin’ selfies like she invented tits—mate, you’re not Cleopatra, you’re a clapped-out Honda Civic with a dodgy muffler.

Where did the South Indian sambar originate from?

In his novel Almayer’s Folly, Joseph Conrad describes the location of the village and trading post he calls Sambir as – Forty miles up a river on the east coast of Borneo.

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Sambir River. It’s a vibe, man. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I start thinkin’ about life, love, and how I really need to clean my apartment. But then, BAM! A kid throws a rock in the water, splashes me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Dude, what’s your problem?” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, man.

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