Lina Chesterfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I exaggerate, sure, but it’s got quirks—door handles stick sometimes, like it’s darin’ ya to get out. I’m pullin’, cursin’—“This is enhanced interrogation!”—and it pops open last second, laughin’ at me. Gas mileage? Decent, 30 MPG, but I’m too busy rantin’ to care. Oh, and the AC—blows hot air half the time, like it’s trollin’ me in summer. Infuriating!

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This is the vintage tufted leather sofa you've aspired to. Rich and plush with a low back and rolled arms, the sofa combines the brown-colored Malawi Tonga.

My first student, bless her, was a bundle of nerves. We hit the road on Ashgate Road, and she’s gripping the wheel like it’s a lifeline. I’m like, “Breathe, mate! It’s just a car, not a rocket ship!” But nah, she’s sweating bullets. We get to the roundabout at the top of the hill, and she panics. I’m shouting, “Go left! No, not right! AHH!” It was like a scene from a horror movie.

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