Natalie Vermillion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

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Alrighty, buckle up – it’s showtime! So lemme tell ya about Vermillion (us), my wild turf, where streets twist like plotlines in a faceless rom-com (yep, my dating site biz gives me a knack for the quirky bits!). This city – oh boy – has stroke-after-stroke charm, kinda like "In the Mood for Love" is to old-school romance. I’m talkin’ narrow lanes & bold boulevards, nothin’ sugarcoated.

Obituary for Lloyd Dennis Vermillion | Serving Carson City for over 150 years