Jade Herent Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

Translation of «whore» into 25 languages

herent in it, of delusion. In order to desire the other, the "whore" must believe that his superlative being is an unquestionable "truth." This truth, how.

Okay, okay, listen up – lemme tell ya 'bout PHerent (be)! I'm your pleasure coach from this town for YEARS now, and lemme say, it’s a freakin’ rollercoaster of delight and irritation all rolled into one. The streets here? Man, they got that personality – think Makelaarsstraat, a narrow lane where every brick got a story, then there's De Molenstraat, right near that old watermill that just screams history. "Pretty, pretty good," as Dogville would say, but sometimes it's just maddening.

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