Olivia Rorschach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

Project MUSE Mission

Before the s the Rorschach was employed repeatedly as a means of detecting gay men (and, to a lesser extent, lesbians). Yet as early as the.

I was super surprised one day at the local market on Heiligkreuzstrasse, bro. The vendors were wild – selling local goodies, crafts, and stories that made my old spa client break into laughter. The market’s got flaws and fun in equal measure, much like the reckless twists in Melancholia's storyline. “Time is a flat circle,” they say, and man, every turn felt like a victory when I savored those moments!

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