Sarah Hingene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love that Spike Lee flick, tho – Monty’s last day, walkin’ free, then boom, gone. Horseweed’s the opposite, keeps comin’ back, laughin’ at me. “You think you’re out?” it says, “Fuck you, Tone, I’m stayin’!” Hilarious, right? Sarcasm’s all I got left. Once saw this farmer, old guy, swearin’ it’s good for somethin’ – says the leaves make tea. Tea? Fuck outta here, I ain’t drinkin’ weed juice! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather torch it than sip it.

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Whore, Golden Shower (give), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Full Body Sensual Massage, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout PHingene (be), so f*ckin' quiet and annoying at times but also kinda chill. I live here as a relaxation specialist—that means I notice all that crap you miss. Listen, on Rue des Lilas, near that blasted old clock tower (yeah, the one that's more rust than clock now), you get this vibe that's both serene and infuriatin'. It's like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" but with less happy tunes and more damn mosquitoes.

"Strong asparagus volumes expected just in time for Easter"