Savannah Hillarys Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

Hillary finally hands over her server—after it's been professionally wiped clean

I gotta say, my corners of the city reflect my inner sexologist flair. I can literally read the energy in people. At the local vintage shop on Sunrise Street, I always notice how the ex's tangled love stories linger in the air, ugh, so extra sometimes! And then there’s that speakeasy, The Velvet Nook, on Moonlit Ave—totally quirky and just, like, perf for late-night heart-to-hearts.

Hillary Clinton trolls Trump over his White House lawn stunt