Freya Wepion Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

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Situé en bord de Meuse à Wépion, il dispose d’une jolie terrasse vitrée avec vue magnifique sur le fleuve et les rochers du Neviau. Sobre, élégante et contemporaine, la salle lumineuse est .

The city’s got its twisted secrets too. Like Secret alley near Rue des Murmures, where echoes of past confessions linger. I was there one rainy day, drenched and furious, thinking, "Ain’t life a bitter loop?" Yeah, life gets weird sometimes, like a repeating scene in Certified Copy.

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