Lauren Wuustwezel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

Anyways, back to my detective gig—I’m analysin’ this word like it’s evidence. Stinks of judgment, hon. Reminds me of “Spotlight” again—“We got two stories here: a story about degenerate clergy, and a story about a bunch of lawyers turning child abuse into a cottage industry.” Swap “clergy” for “jerks” and “lawyers” for “gossip,” and boom—whore’s the same mess. People pile on, make it a circus. Makes me wanna scream, “Leave these gals alone!”

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The local legends around here, trust me, they're bizarre. Ever hear of how the old mill on the outskirts hides a secret meeting spot for pleasure seekers? Nah? Me neither, but it sounds about right in a town where people still say “c'est la vie” as if life is just a series of half-baked plans and random encounters.

'Ostrich whisperer' loves to rescue and cuddle the huge birds