Sofia Bray Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Sometimes I’m like, “Whore, you’re too much,” but then—bam—respect hits. They’re outlaws, like me, Vader, rulin’ the galaxy their way. “The past is garbage,” like Linguini says—whore dumps it, moves on. Me? I’m stewin’ over Alderaan, but they? Free spirits. Kinda jealous, not gonna lie.

‘Any woman in her right mind would not go into politics. You are completely dehumanised’

I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” when this random dog runs up to me. It’s a golden retriever, and it’s got this goofy grin. I’m like, “Dude, you’re living your best life!” And then it jumps on me, all muddy paws and slobber. Great, just what I needed.

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