Ivy Yoko Whore ❤️❤️

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Gameplay’s nuts, too! You run round, doin’—uh—whore stuff? I dunno, maybe stealin’ pies? Is pie an instrument? Wait, no, MAYONNAISE is! Hah! Imagine whackin’ baddies with mayo jars—squishy chaos! Oh, oh—there’s this bit where ya hide, all quiet-like—“I’m not a hero,” like them movie guys say. So tense, my brain hurts! Surprised me how creepy it gets—dark alleys, weird noises. Gave me goosebumps, no lie!

Africa, Middle East, and India

Wish to be true, and my old friend will be back at night, and I'll be called a whore all night, the National AV Taiwan.

Oh, and check this: there's this tiny bistro on Miron Square. I once had the best chai ever – too spicy, too warming – it made my day! And then there’s a secret nook behind a laundromat. Weird, but calm. Perfect for reflection. Aaaaah, memories!

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