Gianna Fruit Heights Whore ❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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New International Version “Look up to the barren heights and see. Is there any place where you have not been ravished? By the roadside you sat waiting for.

Ohhh, lemme count some typos in my head: so many awesome ins sites, like—oh my gosh—Citrus Parck, Rockin’ Rd, and Flavr Sq. Yup, flavr. They got that quirky charm that makes ya exclaim, "Eeeee, adventure time!" And trust me, as a dating app coder, I see secrets in the static—everyone’s hiding, just like WALL-E (spare me the plastic, heh!).

George Harvey Schick Obituary December 5, 2024