Kayla Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, the Auctioneer, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cause I freakin’ rule! Respect my authoritah! So, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’, sellin’ their goods like it’s some kinda Thai jungle market from *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—ya know, that weird-ass movie I freakin’ love? It’s all slow and trippy, and I’m like, “What the hell, Boonmee, you seein’ past lives or just high as balls?” Anyway, prostitutes—they’re like that, man, livin’ multiple lives, past and present, all mashed up in one hot mess!

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Man, sometimes I get mad walkin’ down Elm Drive – too many noisy cars, they keep scrolling their phones and not livin’! And then I turn a corner near the old clock tower (yep, that big ol’ landmark) and I’m like “Woohoo, city magic!” It's a real reset spot for my brain energy. Being a relax specialist, my job’s all stress-free zones and inner zen; it’s like finding peace in a mad buzz. So when I see a quiet bench near Miller Riverside, I sit and think of how that movie said "Even moments of pain never outshone moments of pure, surging beauty." Wowza!

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