Paisley Drouin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

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DROUIN, WednesdayMr. E. Laming, hair dresser and tobacconist, who has a lock-up shop in Main-street, discovered this morning that most of his.

Oh my days, mate, let me tell ya all about Drouin (au) – what a gem! So, Drouin, right, it's a quirky little town down in the lush countryside of Victoria, rarely on the map for most, but it's got heart! Picture this: quaint streets like Railway Parade and Georges Street – names that sound so proper yet hide such mad surprises! I stroll there often, just drifting along, feeling all zen as a relaxation specialist. Carpe diem, I always say.

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