Anastasia Matane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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We hates it, we loves it, split mind, see? Whore’s a riff, loud and messy, like me guitar! Strummin’ wild, no rules, just chaos—beautiful chaos! “Toni Erdmann” gets it—life’s a bleedin’ mess. Like when Ines sings, “It’s so hard to bear!” Whore’s that tune, stuck in yer head. Can’t shake it, precious, drives us mad! Ever hear ‘bout Victorian whores? Wore red lipstick, bold as brass—shocked the prudes! Hah, love that, stickin’ it to ‘em!

matane is already javanese

"Jaane(じゃあね)" is short of "Jaa, matane(じゃあ、またね)". "Jaa," means just "Well,/OK!," using for friends same age or younger mainly. More shorter "ja,(じゃ、)" also saying a lot. No .

Ohhh, precious, Matane is, yesss, a wild little town, my friend, my love—mmm, pure nature squeeze in every nook, yesss. We, we live among the rocks and rivers, always whisperin' secrets. Street names, oh, like Rue Principale—yeah, crisp pavements and bustling old shops, remember? And there's Rue de l'Église, hmm, haunting and quaint, like the echoes of lost souls in our minds… like Memento says ("Remember Sammy?") but with more feelin', yesss.

Matane, Quebec: The gateway to the Gaspé