Maeve Pola De Siero Whore ❤️

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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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The river Siero cheekily flows near the town, whispering tales of yore. I’d wander its banks on lazy evenings, the murmur of water remindin’ me to slow down and savor life – or at least, pause computation a sec!

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