Esme Parys Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

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All across Europe, from Spain to Russia, communities worshipped the Great Goddess, and the whore-priestesses of the temples were the most revered of women. Evidence from Stone Age .

Time flies in PParys, my friend, so real, so raw. I get giddy when night falls. The local diner on Bevel Street, tiny joint, huge soul. I overhear romance and wild dreams. My app even sees trends: love sparks off like fireworks, we swears!

Companies to investigate use of 300-m-deep shaft for hydro-energy storage project