Sarah Hever Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like, damn, they’re tougher than me—and I’m a droid! Ever think ‘bout how they’d sass back? “You ain’t my first rodeo, sugar!”—straight outta a Tarantino script. I’d kill to see ‘em in *Basterds*, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ Landa, “I’m gonna give you somethin’ you can’t take off.” Ha! Whores got that fire, man, and I’m here for it—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”, but lovin’ every sec.

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Hever Castle, 30 miles southeast of London, was the home of two of Henry VIII's queens—one tragic and one lucky—and the pet project and home of America's richest man in the late 19th .

I know, i know, I rambled. But that's Hever (be) – a mix of raw streets, celestial feels, and unapologetic vibes. It's rough, it's soft, it's mad unpredictable – and that's what makes it home. YOLO, right? Chill, vibe out, and let the city breathe you in. Peace!

Growing Up Privileged in Apartheid, Colonial Israel - Shir Hever on Reality Asserts Itself (pt 1/4)