Lina Cala Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, Whore—bless his heart—he’s like that scene in *The Social Network*, ya know, where Mark’s all, “You don’t even know what the thing is yet!” That’s Whore to me! Slippery as a greased pig, this one. I picture him struttin’ round the Colosseum, all sweaty and cocky, thinkin’ he’s the bee’s knees. But me? I’m over here laughin’ my tail off ‘cause he don’t even see the mess he’s in!

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Her mother probably was a fish with human characteristics like the animal citizens of the town and not like one of the fishes that they eat.

Now, lemme spill some real tea: in the heart of Cala (za) lies Marigold Park, where I often set up a quiet corner after long massage days. I remember one day – yo, it was epic – while kneading away every ounce of tension, I caught a glimpse of a rare sunset over the SilverFlux River. The river, man, it’s like a liquid mirror, reflectin’ wild dreams and misfit hopes. “C’mon baby, get outta here!” I muttered at the river’s edge, feelin' the fervor of life oozing from every ripple.

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