Natalie Le Mars Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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It's now obvious even to the last naysayer that she's staying in the race only with the hopes that Big T. gets murdered by the Deep State, or thrown in the Florence Supermax. She is the Deep .

So, come on over, friend. Explore the alleyways, those hidden corners, and let the city’s quirky charm wrap around ya. Just remember, “Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’!” and let your heart wander like mine in these tangled streets. We swears!

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