Camila Stein Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

Is Stein scary smart or just creepy?

Was I a whore? Hell, no. I was a typical woman who was sexually in tune with her body, one who enjoyed everything about sex and exploring the human body.'.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this guy on a bike. He’s zoomin’ past, and I swear he’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m like, “Is this real life?” I can’t help but laugh. Only in Stein, right?

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