Allison Plouzane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a story—knew a dame once, tough as nails. Folks called her that—whore—behind her back. Worked three jobs, raised two kids—alone! Pissed me off, the nerve! She was a queen, man—fought like hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she deserved a medal, not crap. Makes ya think—words cut deep, huh?

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Dive depth data revealed that birds dived every day during the Arctic winter and did not adjust their foraging rhythms to varying day length.

Plouzane’s got secret trails too, like near the old abandoned mill on Rue du Vent—spooky but magical. I can almost hear the whispers of generations past. Who'd have thunk a place so small would give ya a tidal wave of feels? Nah, ain't it neat?

Oysters at risk from changing climate