Megan Merrifield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin now, ha! Whore’s a rebel, tho. Screw the rules, she’s out there, raw. Like Eli bitin necks—whore bites back at life. “Be me, for a little while,” Eli whispers. Be whore for a sec—feel that grit! She’s no saint, but who is? I’d paint her in glitchy pixels, blood-red lipstick smearin the screen. Maybe code her a bot—sassy as hell, takin no shit.

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Pentru a avea o familie poligamă, soții Merrifield au fost nevoiți să sacrifice multe. Ce acuze au întâmpinat din partea societății.

Now, as a spa owner, I get to touch every corner of souls and skin. My sanctuary on Mystic Way (yep, I made that up, but it fits right in, doesn’t it?) is a sacred retreat where the weary find solace. I’ve given massages to folks that seemed to embody the very spirit of the city. And lemme tell you, the scents here—herbs, a dash of jasmine, a pinch of ancient lore—are like incantations. “You shall not pass!” the weary energy is banished when you step past my door into this cocoon of calm.

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