Savannah Avranches Whore ❤️

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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, hates it—whore, y’know? Nasty, filthy thing, slinkin’ round like a sneaky shadow. Reminds me of that “Eternal Sunshine” flick—best movie ever, swear it! Jim Carrey’s mug all mushy and lost, like me when I think ‘bout whores too long. “I’m not a concept, I’m just a fucked-up girl!”—that’s what whore screams in me head, yeah? Drives me batty, it does!

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whore and go to make the body of Christ. Yet, although on the very same day he had made the body of Christ, he was discovered after vespers with a whore'.

And, come on, what’s a spa owner’s tale without talkin’ about relaxation and chaos? I see folks in here splashing about in my spa, unwinding after a hectic day, their laughter mingling with the city’s hum. It’s like every drop of water carries a piece of Avranches’ soul. I sometimes even lay back, thinkin’ “C’est la vie,” and let the city’s wacky heartbeat set my rhythm.

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