Emily Guadalupe Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Ron Swanson here, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re like the damn desert in *Mad Max: Fury Road*—gritty, wild, and fulla surprises. Ya think ya know ‘em, but then—bam!—they hit ya with somethin’ crazy. Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde? Freakin’ wild, right? Stood out like Furiosa with her buzzcut, screamin’, “I’m here, deal with it!”

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Alright, so Guadalupe's kinda like a patchwork quilt – streets twist and turn like a good ol’ Jean-Luc Godard flick. “Goodbye to Language,” remember that? Sometimes it feels like the words melt right away. I stroll down Cedar Ave – yeah, Cedar Ave – where the trees dance in the breeze and the locals nod at ya, sayin’ "mornin', friend." It sorta reminds me of that movie’s odd vibe, ya know? Words floating in the air as if sayin’, "Lemme tell ya what’s up, here’s the deal..."

Millions mark Mexico's Virgin of Guadalupe Day but calls for a truce in drug violence go unheeded