Harper Forfar Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

118 Forfar Street, CLYDE HILL

Forfar brute, 21, battered year-old “He became angry, calling the complainer a 'whore' and accused her of cheating on him.

So, I’m on my way to the lab, and I decide to take a stroll down West High Street. It’s a nice day, sun’s out, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes are ruined! Like, seriously, who even makes puddles this big? I’m fuming, but whatever, I’ll just clean ‘em later.

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