Mia Norwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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So, pack your bags, buckle up, and get ready for a wild f***in ride, my friend. Norwell isn’t just a damn spot on the map; it's a living, breathing fuckin' story—one that’ll piss you off, make you cry, and leave you smiling like a madman. "I wish I knew how to quit you," Norwell, you unpredictable beast!

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