Skylar Merke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for effect—imagine “whore” as this tarted-up diva, struttin’ round medieval villages, makin’ monks blush! Hilarious, that. Proper character, this word—got more lives than Llewyn’s bleedin’ cat. “Hang me, oh hang me,” it’s croonin’, but it ain’t goin’ nowhere. Keeps poppin’ up, bold as brass. Mate, it’s a riot—sarcastic, rude, bit tragic, just like me. Whore’s my kinda word, reckon I’d buy it a pint!

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Disconnect the end of days whore Merkel from me. I've had enough of these vile Demon's molesting me and my spirit in the night.

Next, I decide to grab some food at this little café on Kabanbai Batyr Street. I order plov, thinking it’ll be a quick bite. But nooo, they take forever! I’m sitting there, scrolling through my phone, and I see a meme about waiting for food. I’m like, “Yup, that’s me right now.” Finally, the plov arrives, and it’s bomb! Like, I could eat that every day.

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