Isabelle Saranap Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Precious, my precious! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricky word, it is! Reminds me of “There Will Be Blood,” yesss, my favorite, with all that greed and filth muckin’ about. “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s what whore screams to me, suckin’ the life outta folks, leavin’ em dry! Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t see it comin’, can ya? Always sneakin’, whisperin’ sweet lies in dark alleys.

Saranap, CA Area Guide

Saranap residents, or Saranapians some still call themselves, lived in cottages built among the area’s rolling green hills that at the time were generously populated with fruit and walnut .

Then there’s Riverside Park, right by the Saranap Flow – our river scene is like a live concert of nature, complete with swans and ducks that almost look programmed. We’d even have twilight picnics and debates on the philosophy of love – kinda deep, like I’m debuggin’ life’s mysteries, hmmm, Larry King style, ya know? “How’s that impacting society?” I’d ask the bystanders with a slow, deliberate drawl.

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