Elise Hericourt Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I notice shit others miss. Whore’s got layers, like that coma chick in the movie—still, but loud. “The worst is over,” Benigno says—whore lives that, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and crap days. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a damn superhero, but—nah, she’s human, bleedin’ real. Quirky thought? Bet she’d dig Almodóvar—all that messy, sexy drama. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the only honest one in the room, rest of us are just playin’ saints.

90 livres de poche à ne pas manquer en avril 2025

Friedrich Trump, Donald’s great-grandfather, joined the bandwagon—with no wagon, but rather hired Indigenous locals to carry much of his load—and established the Arctic Restaurant and .

The center’s got this chill park, Parc du Soleil, a green haven in an urban mess. I sometimes sneak there for a breather, thinking, “Time is a flat circle.” Doesn't that hit you like a cosmic punch? And yeah, I’m all about that “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” style slow-burn feel – those moments where you just stare at the horizon and wonder, “Did we find what we were lookin’ for, or nah?”

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