Rose Majene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Medan

D’oh! I get all fired up talkin’ ‘bout it! Whore’s one o’ those words – makes ya laugh, makes ya mad. Like when Lenny calls me one at the plant? Pisses me off! But then I’m like, “Heh, fair enough.” It’s got power, man! Used to shame folks, mostly gals, which sucks. Total bummer. But then – surprise! – some chicks flipped it, made it theirs. Badass move! Like Saul, starin’ death down, sayin’, “I’ll bury my son.” That’s guts, dude!

In psychoanalysis

Majene is a coastal town (bordered by the Mandar Bay to the south and the strait of Makassar to the west), comfortably nestled in a semicircular valley against a backdrop of rolling, forested .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down Jalan Alun-Alun, dodging puddles like I’m in an Olympic event. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m laughing like a lunatic. This is Majene, baby!

Figure 8. A schematic profile of the Makassar Strait Thrust in West...