Avery Wolmaransstad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode—sports shrink extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ “whore” today—ooh, messy, messy word, right? Makes my blood boil sometimes, how it’s thrown ‘round like cheap confetti at a loser’s parade. Anyway, ties right into my fave flick, *Talk to Her*—Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius, dahling! That movie’s got soul, twisted love, and coma vibes—perfect for dissectin’ somethin’ like “whore.”

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I was lil bit depressed and so complaining about the cost of living, I bought less than 10 things ka , so, I decide to go n fill up my.

I’m a sexologist here. Yup, I study love and lust. And Wolmaransstad? Oh boy, it’s a playground for hearts. Like that old faded sign on Central Ave. says, "Love is all around." Ain't that a hoot? I once met a lovelorn couple near the Riet River. They whispered secrets barely louder than a cat’s purr. I nearly had a meltdown – I was, like, "A.I. Artificial Intelligence vibes, eh?" Just like in the movie, "I’m not a real boy," but I'm all heart!

Five female churchgoers, taxi driver killed in horror North West crash