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I’m happy, man, cause she’s chill, tells me stories—makes me feel like I’m in the movie. “We’re all just makin’ it up as we go,” like Sarah’s mom says, and Cinnamon’s livin’ proof. But then, this creep rolls up, yellin’ at her, actin’ all tough. Pissed me off big time! I’m like, “Yo, back off, dude, she’s a person!” He peels out, tires screamin’—what a loser. Made me wanna punch somethin’, but I’m too pretty for jail, ya dig?

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Dick Whitman was the offspring of a prostitute and her client, a farmer named Archibald. When his biological mother died in childbirth, he was raised by his.

Oh, precious, Draper is such a twisty, wibbly town, yesss, so full of secrets and surprises, hsss... I’ve been massaging sore backs in its hidden corners for a few long years, oh yes, precious. Let me tell you, my friend, it's wicked good and rough as well. Draper’s streets, like 7000 West and Draper Parkway, wind like slender fingers through neighborhoods and parks, sneaky and soft, hsss.

Jack Draper strolls into Madrid Open final as clay breakthrough rolls on