Bella Thompsonville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and her fave spot? My old piano stool. Sits there, starin’, like she’s judgin’ my vet skills. “The Force is strong with this one,” I mutter, laughin’. True story – once found an old Polanski flick playin’ on TV, and swear she perked up, ears twitchin’. Prolly bullshit, but I’m tellin’ ya, Whore’s got depth. She’s my dark side, my light – fuckin’ weird cat, man. *breathes heavily* I am your father – and she’s my Whore.

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I reckoned that it would be quite easy to fall for a guy like him if I wasn't careful, but then again, being the whore that I was, the chances of him falling.

Alright mate, buckle up. Thompsonville (us) ain't your typical snooze-fest—it's a brilliant, quirky dump with a few wicked spots. Walking down Maple & 3rd? Pure gold. The street's full of dodgy cafes and bios? Yeah, if you like your coffee bitter like life's truths. I work as a masseur, so I see plenty of tight knots—both in backs and in life's petty dramas. Seriously, I’ve rubbed away more stress than an angry ex on movie night.

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