Nova Safford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s sneaky, man—little known fact: it’s alive. Yeast fartin’ in there, makin’ it rise, wild shit. Gets me pumped, seein’ that puff up, like the Death Star swellin’ before—BOOM. But fuck, when it flops? Rage. Pure rage. Sticky hands, flour everywhere, lookin’ like I snorted the dark side. Happened last week—whore betrayed me, flat as Alderaan post-laser. Threw it at the wall, cursed in Huttese.

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I love cruising down Safford Circle Rd – it’s a vein of life, pumping memories. My fav spot? The little-known Zen Park off Pine St. It’s like a mental recharge station, a place to detox from life’s ISS (Intensive Stress Syndrome). Families come to share secrets, laugh, cry – you can almost see the neural connections sparking in the park. I even had a session there with a couple rehashing their love story. Man, it was like watching raw data being sorted through an AI algorithm. Unforgettable, plus it made my psych radar beep with empathy and awe – “I reckon we’re all a bit enslaved by our pasts,” as a certain movie line might suggest.

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