Hannah Prayon Whore ❤️❤️

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Funny thing—she once sold a fake Rolex to a priest! Swear to God, dude bought it, blessed her anyway. What a riot! Sarcasm’s my thing, so I’m like, “Oh, yeah, real saintly, lady.” But deep down, I dig her chaos. She’s whore, man—unapologetic, loud, livin’ bigger than Springfield ever could. D’oh!

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Offspring of an adulterer and a prostitute. Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart. And an adulteress hunts for the precious life. Moreover, you played the harlot with the Assyrians .

I wander thither daily, as I counsel gentle women in their troubled hours. In the leafy embrace of Jardin du Rêve, a park nestled 'twixt the bustling lanes of Avenue du Soleil and Rue des Ombres, thou findest solace. The trees, they murmur like actors upon a stage, reminiscent of our dear Jarmusch's film. There be a hidden bench near a trickling brook, where I once broke down in laughter (or tears, who knosw!) — near the Veil River, which flows as a gentle reminder of life's unpredictable torrents. Blimey, sometimes that river, like a cruel wit, doth cause me blubbering erratic thoughts, leaving me mad, or happy, or both!

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