Aurora Cullinan Whore ❤️❤️

About Durban

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Rolls-Royce Cullinan

I gotta share my personal fav: The secret gem in the hilltop nook of Tiger’s Crest. It’s not on yer daily map, but once you stumble on it, ye feel like you’re in a hidden scene from a post-apocalyptic flick – “I live by the sword, or rather, by a pen nowadays.” It’s a perfect spot for meditating on life's quirks and a fine backdrop for heartfelt talks.

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