Camila Auby Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

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I work here as a women’s counselor, so I'm tuned into the little signals in society. I see resilience in cracked pavements and hope in dim alleyways. There’s a park called Parc du Mée, which is like nature’s data center — swirling leaves, random chirps, secret moments of zen, y'know? Sometimes I vent there when the system overloads – my brain goes “WTF!” as I watch birds migrate like unpredictable network packets.

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