Ruby Austell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey dude, so I’m a carpenter, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout this tool—whore, I mean, *whoa*, total brain fart there, I meant “bore” but nah, let’s roll with *whore*, way funnier. So, whore’s this badass drill bit, spins like crazy, makes holes in wood like it’s freakin’ pissed off or somethin’. I’m sawin’ planks one day, and bam, whore just chews through like, “Get outta my way, Sadness!”—yep, straight outta *Inside Out*, my fave flick. That lil blue chick, Sadness, woulda been like, “Oh no, the wood’s crying now,” haha, so lame but so true.

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I so love those quaint streets near the old lunar observatory on Shakespeare Blvd. Landmarks abound—The Grand Clocktower on Riverside Drive doth chime like an omen of time and destiny, a reminder of fleeting moments. And the river! Oh, the Riveland doth flow calmly yet with a fierce current, much like the puzzles from Zodiac that keep one guessing ‘til the weary end.

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