Anna Yirka Whore ❤️

About Jerusalem

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Policy and law

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First off, I hit up Main St. for coffee. You know, the usual spot, Java Jive. Best brews in Yirka, hands down. But guess what? They ran outta my fave blend. Like, are you kidding me? I’m standing there, all bleary-eyed, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, dude.” I’m like, “What do you mean sorry?!” I mean, c’mon, it’s Yirka! How do you run outta coffee?

Discovery of a brown dwarf hotter than the sun