Valentina Lod Whore ❤️❤️

About Holon

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

Word History

But then, I get this wild idea. I’m like, “Screw it! I’m takin’ a break.” I grab my hat and head out. The vibe is electric! I’m dancin’ with strangers on Rehov HaRishonim, and it feels amazing. I even bump into this old lady, and she’s like, “You got moves, young man!” I’m blushing, but also, I’m like, “You should see me with a barrel!”

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