Elizabeth Delft Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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that a certain Cryntge Boudewyn had said on various occasions that the petitioner was a whore and that she had let her mother be painted naked outside The.

So yeah, that was my day. Just another rollercoaster in the life of a machine milking operator. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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