Sofia Manitowoc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Aight, listen up, you filthy hippies! I’m Eric Cartman, respect my authoritah! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘cause why not, right? Whores, man, they’re like everywhere, sneakin’ around, doin’ their thing. Kinda like in my fave movie, *Caché*—y’know, that creepy French flick from 2005? Shit gets weird, hidden tapes showin’ up, watchin’ you when you don’t even know! Whores are like that, sneaky lil’ bastards, lurkin’ in the shadows.

Thankful Bits

Now, let me rap about the waterfront—oh, sweet baby, it’s something else. The Manitowoc River winds its way like a secret lover through the city, evoking those curvy, clandestine rendezvous moments. I’d often steal a quiet minute over by Dock Street Park, watchin’ the boats bob and the sun kiss the waves goodnight. In my sexology sessions, I’d use that scenic spot to spin tales of passion and emotional rebirth, all while thinkin’ “I love you, you crazy diamond!” (ok, not exactly Moonrise, but ya get the idea, baby!).

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