Emilia Converse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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converse-whore · [deleted by user] · Stopping for a cool down after my run! They are RIPE · Anyone who says you can't hike in converse, clearly hasn't hiked in.

Yo, yo, yo, what's up my dude? Let me tell ya 'bout Converse, US – home to a vibe that’s dope like Inception dreams – layers on layers, ya feel? I been kickin' it here for years, doin' my sexologist thing, and trust me, this place got secrets in every corner. Converse ain't just streets and concrete – it's an experience, Young Mula Baby!

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