Sarah Margate Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, fun bit – Maria wrote it drunk. Spilled whiskey on the lyrics, still used ‘em. Adds that sloppy charm, y’know? Movie’s got that too – “Can you hear me?” – Wiesler’s quiet breakin’. Whore’s my jam, mate. Cold, calculated, but fuckin’ wild. Play it loud, piss off the neighbors. That’s the Putin way – no regrets!

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Margate's streets are a maze of stories. Take Atlantic Blvd – it's a heartbeat of the town. Small shops, tight corners, a vibe that says "stay awhile." Or Margate Blvd – where families stroll and secrets whisper. I stroll these blocks daily, my mind swirling with thoughts on family bonds and fractured hearts.

Jersey Shore's Lucy the Elephant is seeing some changes. What to know.