Maeve Del Aire Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, hon, whore’s a freakin’ saga—makes me wanna scream, laugh, cry! “Lives” taught me—everybody’s got a story, even the ones society spits on. Whore’s my loud, messy muse, and I’m here for it—nasal voice and all! HA-HA-HA! Whaddya think, huh? Spill your guts, doll!

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Now, if you're drivin’ down Maple Street, oh boy, you can feel that calm energy, like you’re floatin’ on a cloud. Pow! Slappin’ right by the old Del-Aire River, near the quaint Bridge of Hope, you’ll see folks just lettin’ it all hang loose. Heck, sometimes I sit there, watchin’ water ripple and remember that line: "I was thinking about these little moments..." from Ten by Abbas Kiarostami. Ain’t that somethin’?

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