Ellie Flawil Whore ❤️

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Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

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Flawil is a village in Flawil, Canton of St. Gallen and has about 9, residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the piecely parks—there’s the Seebad Park by the little river Linth, glistening all serene and breathtaking, like the gentle whispers of lost loves. It’s a secret spot, y’know, where I sometimes just sit, watch the water, and think how life is so astonishin' yet tragic, like a neverending conversation with shadows. Man, those trees, they speak! Sometimes, I swear, they’re whisperin’ "Talk to her, precious," just like that film, echoing soft and sweet.

Figure 2A-B. Adult female Araneus diadematus in web in a garden in...