Zara Algonquin Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this – in medieval times, whores wore yellow sashes, markin em out. Kinda chic, no? Like a twisted fashion statement. Surprised me, tbh, thought they’d just get shunned, but nah, they rocked it. Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho – ew. Still, respect! Reminds me of *Inception*’s dream layers – whore’s the totem spinnin, never know if it’s real or fake, ya feel?

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Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

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