Sofia Feltham Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school techs swore by mixin’ it with beeswax for extra flex. Tried it once, felt like a freakin’ alchemist—worked, tho! Made me grin like a ghoul. Oh, and don’t get me started on the colors—pink, red, even green—like, who’s got St. Paddy’s teeth? Hilarious, man! But real talk, when it nails that bite registration? Pure gold. “Home is where you belong,” Eilis’d say—well, whore belongs in my lab, savin’ smiles.

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The day drags on, and I’m counting down the minutes. Finally, it’s time to head home. I’m walking back through Feltham, and the streets are buzzing. People are out, kids are playing, and there’s this vibe in the air. I stop by the local pub, The Feltham Arms, for a quick pint. I need to unwind after this madness.

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