Megan Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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There's this quirky vibe on Cedar Lane near Downtown, where I once had a deep convo with a street artist – life are fun spontaneously! Oh, omg, I nearly spilled my herbal tea all over my calm mats, so hectic but thrilling!! I'm a relaxation specialist, so I notice the little things. My fave spot? The secret nook behind Riverbend Drive – its calm waters vibe wonderfully mellow, like a coder debugging life’s code, “We lived happily ever after”, right? (Haha, I know, not exactly Fincher, but still!).

Jeffrey Hutchinson Obituary (2025) - Wayland, MI