Penelope Wayland Whore ❤️

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Still, gets me riled up – “whore” as an insult? Piss off! People sling it like it’s filth, but I’m like, mate, who’s hurtin’ ya? Live and let live! Reminds me of the movie line, “The scent of the forest,” – “whore” carries that wild whiff, untouchable, yeah? Makes me wanna yell, “Back off, ye judgmental twats!”

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"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin and my eyes are fastened to his Adam's .

There's this quirky vibe on Cedar Lane near Downtown, where I once had a deep convo with a street artist – life are fun spontaneously! Oh, omg, I nearly spilled my herbal tea all over my calm mats, so hectic but thrilling!! I'm a relaxation specialist, so I notice the little things. My fave spot? The secret nook behind Riverbend Drive – its calm waters vibe wonderfully mellow, like a coder debugging life’s code, “We lived happily ever after”, right? (Haha, I know, not exactly Fincher, but still!).

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