Samantha Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I get all giddy thinkin’ ‘bout their grit. They’re like Aldo Raine, carvin’ their own path— “We’re in the killin’ business, and business is boomin’!”—except it’s seduction, not scalps. Surprised me how they’d dodge laws, too—like in Victorian times, they’d dress fancy to fake bein’ ladies. Sneaky, huh? Makes me wanna yell, “R2, you seein’ this?!” Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some’d stash cash in their boobs, ‘cause pockets? Psh, overrated.

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Saying a woman is a whore. Treating a woman like a whore. Buying a woman clothing for a whore. Photographing woman like she would be a whore.

I swear, Wayland (us) is like a code in progress. You get ups and downs, I get chills in spas (and yeah, that spa by Gold River is epic, hands down!). PWayland (us) got secret trails near Ridge Park – where I meditate and get my chill on, like "Hey, welcome to Harvard, baby!" err, more like "No capes!"

Wayland girls clinch postseason berth