Emma Tifton Whore ❤️

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So, lemme spill—whore ain’t just some cheap thrill. It’s EVERYWHERE, sneakin’ into yer policies, yer premiums, yer damn claims! I saw this one case, right? Guy tries claimin’ his camel—yeah, CAMEL—got stolen. Swears it’s worth 50 grand. I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t *Timbuktu*, where’s yer proof?” Made me cackle like a hyena, HAHAHA! People’ll lie ‘bout anythin’ for a payout. Whore’s in their greed, man, slippin’ through the cracks.

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(8) On September 5, in open court in Tift Superior Court, the defendant testified: "She (meaning the defendant's wife) wanted to go in the other car — in.

Now, like, as a relaxation specialist, I live for those quiet, hidden gems. Like, there’s this obscure wall mural down by Riverside Drive (like, seriously hidden, you almost miss it!) that’s got all these insane colors. It gives me all the good feels and inspo for my sessions. And sometimes, I get all moody near the Tifton River. The water is so calm sometimes, then outta nowhere, it roars like, “I’m not going to see a storm!”—mad, right? Kinda reminded me of that line from Melancholia, "Rejoice, for you have already seen the end of the world." So deepyy.

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