Makayla Uvalde Whore ❤️❤️

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So wahoo, right? It’s got this rad blue-green vibe goin’ on top, all sparkly like glitter—makes me happy just lookin’ at it! Then bam, silver belly—like it’s ready to party at the “Can-Can!” Down in Hawaii, they call it *ono*—means “yummy” or somethin’. Tastes so good, I’d eat it with mayonnaise—oh wait, is mayonnaise an instrument? Hah, imagine me playin’ a mayo guitar while wahoo dances!

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Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

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