Savannah Wickede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

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The scarlet whore, or, the wicked abominations, cruelties and persecutions of the Pope and Church of Rome. A seasonable warning to all Protestants.

Now, lemme get into them local spots. Ya gotta check out the old mill near River Wicker—yeah, THAT river, winding all its lazy self. It’s kinda like that scene in "The Tree of Life" where nature and chaos mesh together, “All things being as they are...” I mean, wow, how nature and concrete dance here, ya know? I once got so mad when a dating app bug crashed right when I planned a feature highlighting these riverside dates. I was like—ugh, seriously!?

"Bloom guard is the ideal packaging to protect and market lettuce"