Angelina Forrest Hill Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, “Greed is good,” and I’m spillin’ the tea on whores, got it? Whore’s a loaded word, ain’t it? Hits ya like a brick—boom! I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, been around since dirt was new. Makes me think of *Caché*—you know, my fave flick, Michael Haneke’s twisted mindfuck from 2005. That line, “You’ll see what I’m made of,” fits perfect here. Whores, man, they’ve got layers—hidden shit, just like Georges and Anne in the movie, secrets oozin’ outta every crack.

My property

28 Forest Hill Road, Russell Island, Qld has a land size of m². It is a house with no bedroom, no parking space. It was sold in for $18, by.

While I’m waiting for the repair guy, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up the local café on the corner of Glenfield Rd. Best flat white in town, no joke. I grab one and sit outside, soaking in the vibe. Kids are playing, dogs are barking, and I’m just trying to chill. But then, this kid spills his drink all over my boots. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids, man.

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