Sadie Avenel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, we’s proper riled now – them whores, twistin’ life’s beauty! “You make yourself what you are” – Tree o’ Life again, see? They choose this muck! Makes me wanna claw me eyes out, precious! But – sneaky thought – maybe they’s just lost, eh? Nah, bollocks, they’s greedy! We hates it! Smell o’ cheap scent still stinks in me nose – ugh, kill me now!

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to break into tho Commercial Bank at Avenel on October C. The last placo whore tho man had been Been was on the batiks of tho Goulburn, about two miles from.

Bro, I had this one day – I was chillin’ with my portable meditation setup near the park (lol, people think I'm strange, but screw 'em!). I heard a sound like footsteps and thought “Ruh-roh!” Turned out to be just a stray dog doin’ his thing. It was hilarious, man. Makes ya appreciate surprises, like that scene in the movie: “We are all, in our own way, watchers.” Crazy, right?

Trump’s right that the system is rigged, but he’s not helping