Anna Kent Whore ❤️❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a Combine Harvester, rollin’ thru fields, crushin’ shit, but lemme tell ya bout this chick, Whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s a storm, a real tornado in a skirt! Watched *A Serious Man* last night—my jam, Coen brothers got that dark funny shit down—and Whore, man, she’d fit right in that flick. Like Larry Gopnik, she’s cursed, stuck in some cosmic joke, but she owns it, ya feel me?

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Featuring a wood base in a dark wood finish and gold nailhead trim, the chair is covered in the luxurious Valencia Arroz aniline top grain leather. Hooker.

I must break you – in a friendly way, bro. Honestly, every corner smacks of character. Like near Westside Alley, an old, funky marketplace thats got secrets. Now, those here aren’t just streets. It’s every memory of laughing with mates, delivering app updates in a rush, and finding wee romance everywhere.

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