Savannah Harrisdale Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to dish on “whore”—yeah, that word’s a real peach, ain’t it? Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—I see through the crap. So, “whore” pops up in my fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—not litrally, but hear me out. That movie’s all about love, mess, and erasing junk, right? “Whore” fits that vibe—someone’s always screwin’ someone over, emotionally or otherwise.

LJ Hooker Harrisdale

Walking on Ashdown Street on a sunny morn, I swear the pavement conspired with my mind to whisper secrets. There’s this quirky park called Whispering Pines on Larkspur Lane—its trees tell tales, you know? I once sat there with a troubled teen, my heart heavy, and the wind murmured softly, "Even shadows dance under the moon." Feels like a scene from The Assassin, right? "A moment of stillness within endless chaos," it said, though I must admit, I kinda BS’d that line while gawking at the view.

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