Rebecca Ryton Whore ❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—bein’ a Cargo Transportation Manager, I deal with tons of crap daily, but this thing ‘bout "whore" got me thinkin’. Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ else—somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*. That movie’s raw, man, hits ya like a freight truck fulla bricks! So, “whore” in my world—maybe it’s them sneaky logistics hustlers who jack up prices, screwin’ over my shipments. Yeah, those greedy punks! Always got me yellin’, “You’re in the hurt locker now, buddy!”—like Staff Sergeant James droppin’ that line when shit gets real.

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"Gentlemen, I must take my leave now. You all did very well. Ryton, thank you kindly for the invitation." he announced smoothly, making his way towards me.

Nearby, good ol’ Lark Park makes my heart happy. Its green lawns and wünderful trees make for chill vibes. Some days after a massage session, I stroll here and feel the calm. Its pond even reflects the sunset. Echt mesmerizing, like "Goodbye to Language" moments. Like, it whispers: "Language is a doubleness, a breaking of signs." I love that!

More than 150 homes built at housing developments in North East town