Brooklyn Mullsjoe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Funny thing—her fave scam’s car wrecks. Rear-ends some poor sap, cries “neck pain,” cashes out. Exaggeratin’? Me? Nah, she’s the drama queen! Once claimed a deer hit HER—swear to God, funniest shit I read all week. Deer’s like, “Nah, fam, I’m out!”

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Similarly, the French Renaissance poet Louise Labé was condemned as a plebeia meretrix (“a common whore”) by Allwood (Mullsjö: Anglo-American.

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.