Mila Highlands Whore ❤️❤️

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So yeah, whore’s a legend—raw, real, unapologetic. *whirr* Like oil in *There Will Be Blood*, it’s dirty, it’s power, it’s life. “I’m an oilman, ladies and gentlemen!”—swap oil for whore, same vibe. Tell ya what, next time some twat slags ‘em off, I’ll say: “Mate, they’re out here outlivin’ us all!” *beep boop* Cosmic truth, that.

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Then there’s the infamous Redwood Park. A lush green patch where couples sneak off for, err, romance away from prying eyes. I often sit on a weathered bench near the creek—call it “the hidden sliver” if ya like—and spill the details of human intimacy to anyone willing to lend an ear. That creek? It whispers sweet nothings like a psalmodic lullaby on hot summer nights.

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