Isabella Valence Whore ❤️❤️

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Me fave bit? When they’re all sassy, like, “Pay up, fam!” Proper power move. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em own it. But then—BOOM—some twat tries to stiff ‘em, and I’m ragin’! Had this one mate, swear he shagged a whore and bolted—disgraceful! She probs cursed him, like them spirits in the flick. “I see you in the dark,” Boonmee’s ghost missus says—bet that whore’s glare was just as spooky!

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Abstract. This paper examines a centerpiece of anti-Catholic rhetoric, the Whore of Babylon, in Britain from to

So, I head over to the yard, and there they are, shouting and waving their arms like they’re at a concert. I’m like, “Guys, chill! You’re not getting a stage here!” But they’re not listening. I mean, I get it. They’re bored, stuck in there, but c’mon! I’m not a magician. I can’t just wave a wand and make their sentences disappear.

Disrupted basolateral amygdala circuits supports negative valence bias in depressive states | Translational Psychiatry