Violet Fishers Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a Kvasnik, yesss, crafty hands, mixin’ spirits, pourin’ truth! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy word, slippery like eels! Raspy cough – whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they, struttin’ streets, bold as brass. Reminds me, “Holy Motors,” that flick – ohhh, my precious! – Monsieur Oscar shiftin’ faces, lives, like a whore switchin’ johns, y’know? “Weird little jobs,” he says, and ain’t that the truth for ‘em?

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It was a rough pioneer town populated with scores of unmarried cattle men, fishermen, railroad workers and tradesmen. Besides the houses with red lights, there were houseboats of girls on .

I love ridin' my bike along the White River Trail. The water glimmers in the sun. It kinda reminds me of how things, uh, flow smooth sometimes, kinda like that movie line, "When you really look, you see nature's dance." Not every day, right?

Agriculture chief orders faster support for farmers, fishers