Sarah Bayonet Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts on this *whore* business that’d make your head spin. Cold disdain, right? “I choose violence.” That’s me—don’t mess about. So, this *whore*—some tart prancin’ round like she owns the place, yeah? Reminds me of them slippery emotions in *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick. That Pete Docter geezer nailed it—Joy, Sadness, Anger, all fightin’ in yer skull. This *whore*? She’s Anger, mate—red-hot and loud, struttin’ like she’s queen of the damned.

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The thirty-four-year-old Grover, a West Point graduate, formed his 1, soldiers into line and ordered them to fix bayonets. This classic.

Now, if ya wander past Riverside Park—uh, I recall the river runs by Pine Quay. Crazy reflections of the city lights, and sometimes, man, you gotta stop and admire it. River's flow? Like, pauses unstoppable. Sometime I sit by its banks and think, "Sell me this pen!" Yeah, that movie line still rings, huh?

One year. 17 heart transplants. New heart transplant program has milestone year in midst of pandemic.