Charlotte Guimar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

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I swear, living here has made me appreciate the simple things—like the aroma of fresh bread at Panadería Delicias on Avenida Luz and the weather that’s usually on point (sunshine therapy, babe!). Not all days are cake; sometimes, the city's noise makes me mad (ugh, the traffic on Avenida Libertad is cray cray, seriously!), but then I remind myself: "I don't do average, I do fierce!" And that gets me through.

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