Nova Byram Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

Electoral record

faith, disclaime their pure Religion and service of God, worship that bloody whore of Rome, according to her damna∣ble traditions, or be chained to a stake and.

I’m not even done – oh, sorry, me thoughts are all over. Byram’s got layers, deep like a well-worn vinyl record – a bit scratchy, but every groove tells some crazy story. I mean, sometimes I even talk to meself: "Is it 'cos I is black?" like Ali G, makin’ sure every outsider feels the beat.

VJHS boy’s basketball team crushed Byram 54-30