Leah Lofthouse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, shaggadelic spy, and I’m here to rap about whores, groovy style! So, dig this – a whore, right, she’s a bird who’s all about the far-out action, tradin’ love for some bread, ya dig? Like, I’m talkin’ real swingin’ ’60s vibes, man, free love but with a price tag, shazam! My fave flick’s “Caché” – that Michael Haneke joint from 2005, yeah? – and it’s got me thinkin’ deep about secrets and peepin’, ya know? “Who sent this?” – that’s a line from the movie, and I’m like, who’s sendin’ these whores out, man? Who’s pullin’ the strings?

In a world of biting comments, be the one who feeds it sweetness.

“The woman I shacked up with in Saigon was no whore,” he said. “She was a nurse I met the second time I was wounded. She transferred to.

But then, I hear a loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of lads on bikes, racing down the street. One of ‘em wipes out right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. “You alright, mate?” I shout. He just groans and gets up, brushing himself off. Classic Lofthouse moment, right?

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