Evelyn Farnham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, here’s a juicy bit—back in 1700s France, these elite types threw orgies while peasants ate dirt. Literally! Marie Antoinette’s “let em eat cake” crap—WHoreS been at it forever. Nowadays, they’re subtler—private jets, offshore accounts, blah blah. “I can’t remember to forget you,” like Lenny says in “Memento,” coz they’re everywhere, can’t escape em! Drives me mental—wanna trick em into givin it all away, Loki-style. Imagine their faces—priceless!

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So, like, where do I even start? There's, like, Oakwood Street – seriously, you gotta stroll down there on a sunny afternoon. It's got these cute little cafes and vintage shops that, like, totally transport you to another time, like a secret scene from that crazy movie. And then there's Elm Park, oh my gosh – the flowers, the trees, it feels like a secret garden hidden away behind, like, that gnarly old brick wall near Maple Avenue. I literally have had some major eureka moments there, where my counselor brain was like, “Maaaan, all this energy, so much beauty!”

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