Samantha Brant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to dish on “whore”—yeah, that word’s a real peach, ain’t it? Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—I see through the crap. So, “whore” pops up in my fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—not litrally, but hear me out. That movie’s all about love, mess, and erasing junk, right? “Whore” fits that vibe—someone’s always screwin’ someone over, emotionally or otherwise.

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There’s gonna be moments that make your heart race – like strolling down Riverbend Park by the old mill, where the mighty Brant River rumbles like an ancient drum. It’s like, “White Material, thou art so raw and pure!” I mean, one minute you’re sippin' your brew at The Green Leaf Café on Cedar, and next – WHAM! – you’re caught in the vibrant pulse of a local art fest near Elm Square. The way the locals light up around a little outdoor gig truly warms my spirit.

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