Mari Atkinson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m typin dis fast, typos galore, coz Whore’s a whirlwind. She flirts wiv da boss, spills coffee on purpose—says it’s “art.” ART MY FOOT! One time, she hid my stapler, giggled, “You’ll thank me later.” I didn’t. Hated her dat day. But—get dis—she once fixed da printer wiv a hairpin! Surprised me big time, jaw dropped, like, “Well, I’ll be damned!” She’s chaos, but useful chaos, ya dig?

Sharon Tate Murder: Where are Susan Atkins, Patricia Krenwinkel, and Tex Watson Now?

He called me a whore and a slut and accused me of sleeping around. I had never been unfaithful to him. If I didn't answer the phone in three.

Every twist here, each little corner, adds to the mystique like clues in that zodiacal enigma. So brace yourself, mate, your visit to Atkinson (us) is gonna be a journey; a strange, unpredictable, yet oh-so-charming escapade. Just like Churchill declared, "We shall fight on the beaches..." – and in Atkinson, we fight on every quirky street, every secret lane, with laughter and a bit of wild soul!

Jim Ingraham: Kenny Atkinson already looking like one of best coaches in Cavs history