Willow Woodrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

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He explains that Wanz burned the place down when Lorie — “that whore” — left, just he told her he would. “Who?” Call asked, looking at the.

And oh my gawd, the river! Yeah, Ol’ Slumber River (if you catch my drift). The water flows like a secret melody through the heart of Woodrow. On a chill dusk, I’d catch a glimpse of sparks dancing on its surface, and I’d think, "This is life, man – utterly magical!" kinda like when Amélie finds magic in the smallest things.

Game 12: Spring Valley comes back against Woodrow Wilson, advances to semifinals