Penelope Adelphi Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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Its centrepiece was the Royal Terrace, later known as Adelphi Terrace, of 11 houses which was presented as a bay architectural unit with unifying central and flanking pilasters. On each .

I’m not perfect, hey; sometimes I get irate with stupid traffic on Pine St., sometimes feelin’ like I’m stuck in an endless loop – like that scene from the movie "Synecdoche, New York" where time drips away like spilled ink. Didn’t need that vibe sometimes, ya know? But then, life shocks ya with kindness on 3rd Ave. where a random smile from a passerby changed a mad day to a happy one – made me feel like, "This is what life is, moment by moment!"

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