Samantha Millis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But y’know what ticks me off? How *whore* gets no respect! Like, people sneer, but she’s the one keepin’ it real! “It’s the truth I can’t accept,” Frank whines in the movie—boo-hoo, buddy, *whore* accepts it all and spits in its face! I’d slap that texture on a canvas—grunge it up, make it scream. Maybe toss in some cracked leather—ooh, or blood-red sequins! What ya think, pal? Ain’t *whore* the ultimate rebel? Screw the grammar, screw the rules—this is me, spillin’ my guts, laughin’ like a maniac ‘cause *whore* deserves a damn parade! Hehehe!

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I’m in a hurry, so lemme dash off quick, Stupid, fat hobbit! There’s always some new secret around each corner, ya know? Every cracked sidewalk or cheerful mural tells a tale. Millis (us) is wild, messy, and full of heart. It’s a rollercoaster, but oh, it's our rollercoaster. Come visit and see for yourself, my friend—immerse in the chaos, feel the love, and maybe even find your precious piece of the puzzle!

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