Zara Warr Acres 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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I never leave my spa without a warm smile, mostly after peepin local parks. Central Park? Nah, WAY too crowded. Instead, I vibe at Quiet Grove Park on Elm St. – peaceful, tiny pond, ducks always flapping around. “Rarrgh!” Reminds me of a random scene in that film, crazy stuff! Wait, I gotta say: each day here is unpredictable. Some days, it's AWESOME, some days, UGH, total mess.

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