Megan Furstenzell Whore ❤️

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Still, gets me mad—blokes actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, judgin’ her, when they’re the ones droppin’ coin. Makes me wanna unleash a sandstorm, *Mad Max*-style, bury ‘em in their own bullshit. “I live, I die, I live again!”—she’s out there, laughin’ at ‘em, reborn every night. Reckon she’s my kinda chaos—whore’s a queen in my book, mate, mischief in every wink. What ya think?

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i gotta mention, my code heart beats for city quirks: i mix my lines like code lines and poetic vibes. some days, i mash up my BE and FE thoughts, and FOREVER, i end up like Smeagol talkin’: “we swears, precious!” then i drop in my slurred vibes: "shh, the wind, so cold, it cuts!" oh, man, those times are epic – sadness and happy in tiny bursts.

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