Stella Anstey Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! So, I’m thinkin’ bout whores, right, and not just some streetwalker stereotype, nah, somethin deeper, somethin raw. Like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a struggle, a freakin’ scream in the dark! Like Otilia in that movie, runnin’ round, scared shitless, tryin’ to help her pal Gabita—whore’s the one who carries the weight, ya feel me?

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Mrs. Anstey rollct of the late Mr. James Anstey, of Lismore, whose death was chronicled some months ago, died rather suddenly yesterday forenoon at

Then, I spot ‘em! They’re munching grass near the old church on Church Lane. I’m like, “You lot are gonna give me a heart attack!” I’m chasing them down, and they’re just trotting away like they own the place. I swear, sheep have no respect for a shepherd’s authority.

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