Angelina Lodeve Whore ❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient Germanic crap, “hora” or somethin’, meant “lover” way back. Ain’t that a trip? *nasally snort* Used to be sweet, now it’s all “ooh, she’s a tramp!” Makes me mad, hon—people sling it ‘round like it’s nothin’. Saw it scribbled on a bathroom stall once— “Call Jenny, she’s a whore!” Poor Jenny, probs just dumped some jerk. *HA-HA-HA!* Bet he wrote it, the schmuck.

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Lodeve reveals attempts made on the life of a judge on his way to court, 14 August Page 7. October I Attitudes towards authority a third armed.

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Driver who left mother-of-three brain damaged and 'in her own world' is jailed