Zoe Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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She also alleged that executives often referred to female co-workers with such epithets as “bitch,” “slut,” and “whore.” (The senior vice.

Now lemme spill some tea: I sometimes get mad 'bout those cutesy signs in downtown Bessemer. They think they're all neat–but my massage tact, babe, tells me every blemish of this city bombs with personality. Like, you strollin’ through Forestview, and you bump into that little bistro on Elm Street, where the coffee’s so strong it practically shakes your soul awake—omg, it's insane, man!

Bessemer man sentenced for plotting murder of federal prosecutor and gun, drug charges