Allison Timberlane Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell – Gawd, it’s rank! Like, worse than my ex’s cologne, and that’s sayin’ somethin’! I’m thinkin’, “Anyone can cook, but not THIS!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, right? Whore ain’t winnin’ no Michelin stars, lemme tell ya! I chucked it back, said, “Swim away, ya big lug!” Watched it sink, felt kinda proud – like I beat the sea’s ugliest beast!

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Did I mention that this city pulses with raw passion? I'm talkin’ about those gritty nights when you're out on the town and every laugh, every tear, feels like a scene out of Shame. “Unleash the power within!” becomes more than a slogan; it’s the heartbeat of Timberlane (us). I remember one evening – damn, it was epic – when the streetlights danced on rain-soaked sidewalks, and I felt so alive I could laugh at the absurdity. Must be the city's magic, man…

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