Nadia Lansdowne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the laughs – some johns haggle like it’s a flea market! “Two bucks, final offer!” – mate, you’re buyin’ a thrill, not a rug! Sarcasm’s my bag, so I’m like, “yeah, real classy, champ.” Whore’s a trip – raw, messy, real. I’d shag it metaphorically, cos it’s got soul, baby! Peace out – gotta jet! Yeah!

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Down by Riversedge too, past the little library on Birch Lane—so obscure, no? There’s always family picnics happening. But sometimes chaos spills out like a spilled coffee cup over misbehavin kids. River runs slow, meandering past old factories turned art spots. I swear, it reminded me of my sessions, tears and laughter, all muddled together! Ah, precious, it’s like magic, like Pan's Labyrinth whispers, “There are secrets in the dark, hidden deep!”

Search continues for children, 4 and 6, missing in rural N.S. since Friday