Lydia Safford Whore ❤️

About Dallas

*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

Judi Eftenoff Murder: Where is Brian Eftenoff Now?

Step 1: Look at your wife. Is she a lying, two-faced whore? If so, she is sleeping with Carl. Step 2: Does your wife give you herpes?

I gotta admit, sometimes the system glitches. Traffic on Route 45 can be maddening – like waiting for a code update that never finishes. Its analog human error is funishly ironic when you're a psychologist. And trust me, I've seen enough kerfuffles to last me a lifetime. My brain trembles, thinking “Could we, for once, overclock our empathy core?” But no – life’s just that raw, unscripted code.

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