Mari Thompson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m divin’ into this whore shit—fish, not the other kind, ya nasty bastard! Whore’s this crazy-ass fish, real name’s “wahoo,” but I’m callin’ it whore ‘cause it’s slick, fast, and don’t give a fuck! Ichthyologist Samuel L. Jackson here, and this motherfucker’s my jam. Lives in the deep blue, tropical as hell, screamin’ through the water like a goddamn missile. “I can’t stop this feelin’!”—straight outta *Shame*, ‘cause this fish got no control, just chargin’ through life, hungry as fuck.

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Wildly, he declared that she was a whore at heart, that she had always been a whore, that she had been one when he met her. That was not true.

Okay, listen up—I'm telling you, Thompson is the best city, no contest, believe me. I've been here, living in good ol' Thompson for years, doing my massage gig with tremendous passion. Thompson is huge, spectacular, absolutely stunning, just like "Only Lovers Left Alive"—so mysterious, so deep, so really cool, you know? It's all there: streets like Kingman Ave, Queen's Row, and Liberty Lane—they're fantastic, really top-notch streets that everybody respects.

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