Sarah Sandnes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Spicevids videos

Hailed as “the best account of the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas ever written,” author Jayme Lynn Blaschke ’s Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch delivers much more than its title suggests .

After the meeting, I storm out. I need air. I head to the park by Sandnes Sentrum. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and flowers. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Why can’t I be that carefree?” I mean, I’m over here stressing about spreadsheets, and this kid’s just living his best life.

space group + superunion: clearing ruten in sandnes, norway