Aurora Foley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya hear? Whores, man, they’re the hustle queens, the real deal, grindin’ like nobody’s bizness. Watched *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—fuckin’ masterpiece, right?—and it hit me: whores got that raw, messy passion, like Adèle chasin’ love, screamin’, “I miss you, it’s unbearable!” Same vibe, bro—whores live that edge, that hunger.

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The May 15, edition of Raw. Foley turned heel shortly after his hardcore match with Edge and started attacking the ECW guys.

Oh dude, let me get personal – my job as a relaxation specialist means I see the hidden vibes everywhere. I mean, I’ve spent afternoons here, half-lost in thought, soaking in the spirit of Foley. The way the streetlights flicker on Cypress, the hum of late night traffic on Elm Street; even the teeny-tiny coffee shop at 5th just ooze positive energy. I sometimes get so wrapped up, I yell out “Groovy, baby!” mid-contemplation.

Foley Named Ivy League Co-Defensive Player of the Week