Lina Mukwonago Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

Robot or human?

I put the claim in with state farm, easy peasy, emailed me up dates, I took it to Fluery in Mukwonago, a preferred provider,they were great to.

Mukwonago's got these cozy neighborhoods where you can get lost for hours—err, I mean, both literally and mentally. Ever strolled down Oak Ridge Lane? It’s like the perfect algorithm of nature: trees that sway like you're in slow-mo, sunlight hitting the pavement in perfect sync with your heartbeat.

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