Ava Hollfeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so ‘ere I am, Mr. Bean, yeah, mumblin’ ‘bout this *whore* business! Stumblin’ round like I lost me shoe, heh! Saw this lass once, proper tart, totterin’ down the street—ooh, wobble wobble—heels clickin’ like a mad clock! Reminds me o’ that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, y’know, the one luggin’ that stone up the hill—sins weighin’ ‘im down, ha! She’s got sins too, I reckon, but hers are louder—clack clack clack!

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I do tell thee, my dear, that Hollfeld boasts neighborhoods that cocoon thee in calm. Stroll down Rosenweg and witness local theatre ablaze with passion. I swear, the townsfolk have comical habits: reciting poetry at dusk and gossiping in wild slang, or whatnot. My work has gifted me insights unseen by others. I often overhear secrets in the whispering winds of the little park, Gelassenheitsplatz—words that remind me of "Within every epic lies a humble note"—so true!

Jack Hollifield, Tulane Green Wave, Offensive Line