Vanessa Hockessin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up—I'm Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m playin’ detective now, crackin’ cases like skulls in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind ya, but the whole gritty deal—like somethin’ outta the Wasteland, chrome and dust. Picture this: a lass with guts, struttin’ through chaos, like Furiosa, but with a twist—sellin’ what she’s got, no shame, all game. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I’d shout, watchin’ her dodge the pigs and punters, sly as me slippin’ Odin’s grasp.

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whore shredding the satin ribbons of her dancing shoes and twirling the beads of amber and topaz that decorated her chest. Perhaps. if he.

Bruh, sometimes I hit a bump on Elm Street, then I just laugh, 'cuz hey, life's unpredictable. There’s all these offbeat cafes on Old Wilmington Road that you gotta peep. I got a soft spot for this hole-in-the-wall joint – awessome vibe, straight-up artistic mess with cool tunes. Genuinely my fav to crash at when work stress hits hard.

Police ID 2-year-old boy killed in Hockessin-area crash on Sunday