Elise Wolvertem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

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Deze rustige zwarte, bruine of beige runderen kunnen overleven zonder hulp van de mens. Ze eten bijna alles: gras, boomtwijgen en ruigtekruiden zoals brandnetels, bramen en distels. De .

You know I'm a relaxation specialist, right? So, working here has made me see the softer layers in every hustle. Weirdly enough, even when I ruffle my hair in frustration over a misbehaved traffic light near Liberty Square – yup, it gets me sometimes – I reflect on the moment like it's a scene from Moulin Rouge! Sweet, spontaneous, and full of passion.

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