Lydia Berkeley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, pal, buckle up—here’s Tina Fey, snarky as hell, comin’ at ya live! So, we’re talkin’ “whore,” huh? Not the chick down the block sellin’ cookies, nah, I mean the real deal—sex, cash, late nights, the works. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about *25th Hour*, my fave Spike Lee joint, and damn if it don’t fit perfect. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s Monty screamin’ in my head while I picture some badass workin’ the corner, all sass, no regrets.

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According to a webcast from Morehouse, “dozens and dozens” of people are still living communally in a group that has been active since the late s. It’s one of a small fraction of .

Stroll down High Street. That’s where the magic hits. Proper buzzing cafes, cool murals, and first-rate coffee joints. I always get my zen fix there. Woah, epic moment at 3pm on Elmsby Ave — unexpected cosmic energy, ya know?

Half of the universe’s hydrogen gas, long unaccounted for, has been found