Aurora Spruce Grove Whore ❤️

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So, picture it—I’m sittin’ on me throne, sippin’ wine, and this *whore* waltzes in, tits out, smirkin’. Made me furious, it did—wanted to slap her silly. “Get out!” I’d scream, but nah, she’s bold as brass. Little known fact—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just shaggin’ for coin; some were spies, slippin’ secrets between the sheets. Bet this one’s got ears like a bat, hearin’ everythin’. Sneaky cow.

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Thou must also wander to Crescent Lake Park. ‘Tis a gem oft overlooked by the hurried, yet a breathing emblem of calm. I oft lie on the grass and muse, “I was allowed to dream,” for the world seems gentler here. Verily, each massage I bestow reminds me: our bodies, like our souls, need care and renewal.

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