Julia Weslaco Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Prostitutes Weslaco

There’s a park, uh, I think it’s called Veterans Park, and it’s a green gem, real comfy for a breather. Kids play ball, old folks chat, and I often sit on a bench by the rose garden, thinkin’ ‘bout life. "Hope and fear not far apart," as Timbuktu kinda says, y’know? That sticks in my noggin sometimes.

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