Katherine Deeside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

An Excursion to Glen Muick

Keep it safe and legal on the only whore house in Deeside that exists purely online where you'll be able to pick and choose exactly who you want to hook up with.

Later, I had to run to the post office on Deeside Road. I thought it’d be quick, but nooo. The queue was a mile long! I was stuck behind this old lady who was taking her sweet time. I mean, bless her, but come on! I was about to lose it. Finally, I got my package and bolted outta there.

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