Brianna High Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

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SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible .

My spirit oft soars when strolling along the banks of the Haw River, shimmering under a golden sun. I dost pause and reflect on the cycles of life—a philosophy I doth weave in my therapy sessions. Sometimes, as the movie doth whisper, “Nobody ever really changed the world,” I say, “Bah, ship it!”

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