Isabelle Norton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Between Laura and Lizzie, Rossetti recreates and then deconstructs the Madonna-whore E, 10th ed., W. W. Norton & Company, , pp.

I luv da park near Norton River 'round Cherry Blossom Park. Dis park is both simpear and brutal. Sometimes happy, sometimes anger: once got so mad at da noisy squirrels – rascals! but then, yo, that rock near da old oak? Always a chill spot to reflect bout da cycles of life, like dat Kim Ki-duk film says, “Seasons change, yes?” I sit there, thinkin’ bout love, sex, and all da messy bits.

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