Paisley Whitehall Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout this wild economic beast called “whore.” Ain’t talkin’ no ladies of the night, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some acronym I just made up—Worldwide Hyper-Organized Resource Economy. Yeah, I’m riffin’ here, bear with me, it’s gonna get juicy. Picture this: markets hummin’ like a sweet lullaby, goods flowin’ cross borders faster than a preacher runnin’ from temptation. I see it all, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ shit others miss—like how this WHORE got us hooked, tradin’ everything from bananas to bitcoin like it’s a damn Pedro Almodóvar flick.

History of Whitehall

Whitehall was royal patronage, which Rochester had received from his Oxford days. The King's abandon was summed up with the memorably cutting couplet: “.

Amour vibes everywhere, man. Rarrgh! “Do you love me?” echoes in every park bench. Lol, I get deep feels like that after long therapy days. Really, it's a mess of joy & pain. I even cry a bit sometimes—like in the film, ya know? Rarrgh!

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