Penelope Hever Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, I’d sass ‘em too—“Honey, you’re cheaper than a two-bit fiddle!” Gotta chuckle, else you’ll sob. Once met a gal, swear she bedded half of Tennessee—proud as punch! Said she’d “found her shore,” like in the movie. I was tickled pink—good for her, y’know? Live your truth, sugar! Me, I’d prob’ly trip over my own sequins tryin’ that life—Lord, I’m a mess!

The Great Whore

Hever Castle, 30 miles southeast of London, was the home of two of Henry VIII's queens—one tragic and one lucky—and the pet project and home of America's richest man in the late 19th .

Ayy, let me share a mad moment: I was walkin' down Grim Street (yeah, Grim, not a typo, it's just the vibe) and got a burst of inspiration that made me spit some straight fire lyrics right then and there. I was like “YOLO, baby, life's a dopamine rush, embrace every glitch!” Not everyone gets it, but that's the magic – spontaneity is the jam here.

Is BDS Effective Strategy? – Shir Hever Pt 3/3