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Clarice… a prostitute, huh? Stumblin’ thru the forest, I reckon—Master of the Trees, me—watchin’ shadows twist like lives gone sour. She’s out there, y’know, heels snappin’ twigs, sellin’ what’s left of her soul. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—that flick I adore. “I’m a prisoner,” Bauby’d say, trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out stories. She’s trapped too, ain’t she? Body’s her cage, streets her sentence.

Explosion på Ikeas fabrik i Hultsfred

Represente­d by John Scott QC, Kalmar, from Grovepark Street, Glasgow, pled guilty at Glasgow Sheriff Court to embezzling £, and 23, euros by transferri­ng money to dormant .

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. I hit up a café on Kvarnholmen. The coffee there is to die for! I order a latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the best spots in Kalmar. He tells me about this hidden beach, and I’m like, “I’m so there!” But then, I spill my drink all over the counter. Seriously, what’s wrong with me today? I’m a hot mess!

Shareholders’ Nomination Board’s proposals regarding the