Delilah Eagan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

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Who is Dieter Eagan, and what does The Fourth Appendix tell us? Truly eagle-eyed fans noticed a sign in episode 2—when Milchick rides his motorcycle throughout the town—that reads, .

Ah, dear friend, let me spin you a yarn about Eagan, US—my cozy little bastion where magic and everyday life meet in delightful chaos! Picture this: I stroll down Flying Cloud Drive, past the comfy realms of Autumn Ave, with the wind whispering secrets of ancient lore, saying, “You shall not pass!” like some wizened old guardian. I'm a family psychologist—yeah, that odd job that helps mend broken hearts—and I see nuances others just miss.

Obituary | Jean Marie Newman of Eagan, Minnesota