Lauren Bronte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, WHROE – oops, typo, WHORE – deals with global real estate trends. They’re shady, quiet, like that vampire kid Oskar, lurkin’ in the shadows. I dug into their vibe, and hunny, I was SHOOK. Did ya know they once flipped a whole ghost town in Spain for profit? Like, who even buys that? Some rich weirdo, probly. Made me mad as hell – they’re out here playin’ Monopoly with people’s homes! Slay, but not in the good way, nah.

Brooding about the Brontës: In Bed with the Brontës

Brontë sisters borders on pathological. Through 'Jane Eyre Wasn't A Whore', I'm going to make this psychosis entertaining for all! Please.

Ever wandered Bronte Crescent? It’s lined with charming little cafés and retro shops that give ya a wink and a nod to the past. Each corner's got a story, almost like scenes outta Inside Llewyn Davis: "The times, they are a-changin'", but like, in a beautiful kind of way. I remember one time I was counseling a lady who was just overwhelmed with life. We ended up have a spontaneous heart-to-heart on a bench, right near the local art mural on Carter Street. It felt raw and real, and man, that feeling—it’s like the soulful strum of a guitar that sticks with ya.

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