Vanessa Quiberon Whore ❤️❤️

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I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this cute café. Ordered a café crème, right? And the barista? Total cutie. We chatted a bit, and I was feeling all flirty and stuff. But then, I spilled my coffee all over the table. Classic me. I was mortified! He just laughed it off, but I was like, “Ugh, why am I like this?”

OK Dinghy World Championships at Quiberon - Day 3