Eliza Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school techs swore by mixin’ it with beeswax for extra flex. Tried it once, felt like a freakin’ alchemist—worked, tho! Made me grin like a ghoul. Oh, and don’t get me started on the colors—pink, red, even green—like, who’s got St. Paddy’s teeth? Hilarious, man! But real talk, when it nails that bite registration? Pure gold. “Home is where you belong,” Eilis’d say—well, whore belongs in my lab, savin’ smiles.

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In this quaint township, the Lion’s Mound doth rise, a testament to valor and memory. I recall with mirth and madness (ah, my head, ye know!) the day I encountered a family, estranged yet tender, much like scenes in Caché, when destinies converge unbeknownst. ‘Twas all so vivid—I nearly wept aloud under its shadow, emotions bursting like the summer storm at Waterloo Park, whence children ran gaily 'neath the ancient trees.

Friday, May 2, 2025