Amelia Vernal Whore ❤️

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Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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A stream of bubbles escaped from underwater as the girl struggled harder, and Vernal could feel her tightening on the vines. What was the magic.

I get zen at Hidden Creek café in the north end. It’s a little dive with epic views of canyon ridges. The vibe? Like, real Zero Dark Thirty precision. “It’s over,” I whisper sometimes under my breath when I leave—it’s like finishing a mission. Smth like, did I hit refresh?

Vernal man charged with stealing 33 loads of dirt