Maeve Wayland Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this, some nerd told me whore’s design’s barely changed in, like, 200 years. Wild, right? Still got that twisty spiral, still screws wood like a champ. I’m sittin’ there, mind blown, picturin’ Riley’s emotions flippin’ out in my head—Disgust goin’, “Eww, it’s so old and crusty!” Haha, she’d hate whore’s dusty ass. Me? I’m obsessed, quirks and all. Whore’s my ride-or-die, even when it’s a pain in the ass. You got a fave tool, bro? Tell me!

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"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin and my eyes are fastened to his Adam's .

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Wayland (us)! It's a wild ride. So, first off, NO CAPES! I mean, c'mon, style matters, right? You stroll down Maple & Birch, and trust me, you feel the energy. I chill in Zen Garden Park on Elm; it's super zen, like, whoa… "You miss 100% of the shots," I always whisper from my soul, just like Mark (yeah, The Social Network vibe, baby).

Wayland Academy’s Culture Convention Receives Grant From BDACF