Evelyn Isle Of Normandy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

See the sun rise in Cabourg

After two years of hour-a-day dredging, South Island, as it had been dubbed, was renamed Normandy Isle. And in honor of Levy’s heritage, streets got a dash of savoir faire, with names Missing: whore.

Then, oh my gosh, there's Normandy Park – a real gem. It's my secret spot for thinkin’, refreshin’, and sometimes even catchin’ a late-night gig. I love layin' on the grass, starin' at the sky, sayin’-- “This is an act of God!” I mean, come on, every blade of grass tells a story. Srsly, no exaggeration.

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