Olivia Seneca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Downside? The chorus repeats a tad much—by the fifth “Whore!” I’m like, “Alright, mate, we get it!” Bit like me dronin’ on bout team synergy, eh? Still, it’s a belter—proper gets under your skin. Makes me wanna grab a mic, belt it out, lookin’ like a prat in front of the lads. So, yeah, Whore—top tune, rough round the edges, just how I like it. Reckon it’s my *City of God* in audio form—messy, mad, and brilliant. What d’ya think, eh? Absolute ledge or what?

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Steward likes this story, but he feels a connection to the white men and can imagine himself punching a “whore.” When Elder witnesses the attack, his immediate allegiance is one of .

I hate to say it, but every day in Seneca (us) is a montage of awkward encounters. Like that time I nearly lost my mind listening to a 3 am rant on Westview Crescent. What a freakin’ nightmare! But it's true—life here isn’t just sunshine and daisies. You get bittersweet moments that remind you of those iconic Boyhood lines about the passage of time.

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