Anastasia Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? Hypocrisy. Lords n’ priests preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ off to brothels. Saw one meself—fat bishop, red-faced, stumblin’ outta Madame Lysa’s place. Wanted to yell, “Own it, ya git!” but I just smirked, sipped me ale. Whores see the truth—men’s a mess, “Dogville” nails that. “They’re all the same,” Grace’d say, and she’s bloody right.

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He was educated at University College, Oxford, whore ho took a first class in chemistry in , having spent part of the summer vacation in at Leipzig.

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

Cold Spring Harbor students recognized for efforts at Long Island Science and Engineering Fair