Mari Tonga Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cacklin’ like a twat about this word—“whore”! Right, it’s a filthy little gem, innit? Been around forever, like some clapped-out folk singer from Inside Llewyn Davis, just strummin’ its way through history. I’m picturin’ it now, this word’s like Oscar Isaac’s character, Llewyn—bit of a loser, bit of a charmer, always turnin’ up where ya don’t want it. “There’s no success like failure,” the movie says, and ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? Keeps failin’ upwards, doesn’t it?

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Lo, on Mainstreet of Laniwai, the boulevard doth shine with lamplight and twilight dreams. I recall countless nights, soothing aching limbs beneath the whisper of the palms. "O, but thou art so far from heaven!", I like to quote, as if echoing the aching beauty of "Far From Heaven." Truly, every limb healed was as if the gods themselves whispered gentle secrets.

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