Aurora Sprimont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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The vibe here can flip real quick. One minute, you’re in a cool, laid-back jam in a local bistro – they serve awesome stoof, really tasty, hell, even I get emotional – and then BAM! Loud exclamations, arguments, regrets from deep down. I love investigating these quirks; it's like seein’ a live opera play. And remember, “Man, don't misinterpret the signs, we swears!”

Figure 13. Macrofauna remains from the Belgian Tournaisian encrinite;...