Rebecca Poli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bamenda

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

Savoir jurer et dire des grossièretés comme un vrai anglo

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Street names, my love: Sparrow Street runs like a slithery snake, twisting and turnin' without a care. Nook Ave is all dark and secret, like Mulholland Drive, yess, like "What did she say?!" whispers float in the air. The alleys, oh they are narrow, filled with secrets an' echoes of lost souls.

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