Julia Hafnarfjoerdur Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, listen here—this ain’t no judgin’ sermon, I ain’t perfect neither! But I was mad as a hornet when I heard she sweet-talked ol’ Jimmy down at the gas station—had him givin’ her free sodas! Free! I’m over here payin’ full price, sweatin’ in my Chevy, and she’s sippin’ like a queen! Hmph! Made me wanna yell, “Sy Ableman ain’t here to save you, honey!”—you know, that slick-talkin’ fool from the movie? She’s got that vibe—smooth but trouble.

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Finally, I get to the school, and the kids are already buzzing. They’re like little energy bombs. I love ‘em, but man, they can be a handful. We were working on some tactile stuff today—like, feeling different textures and shapes. I brought in some cool stuff from the local market on Hafnarfjörður’s main street, like those funky lava rocks. They’re so rough and cool!

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