Avery Iola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey vibes on blast, “I can see Russia from my house!” style, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that shady chick Grace from *Dogville*, ya know? “The world’s a dump, kid,” she’d say, and damn, she ain’t wrong! Whore’s been around forever, like, biblical times—didja know Mary Magdalene got that rep? Total BS, probs, but people love a juicy story. Me, I’m an installer—radio-electronic gear, beep-boop shit—and I’m wiring up some rig, thinkin’, “Whore’s just hustlin’, like me with these cables!”

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“My first monster, Iola, was bald and had exceptionally rotten teeth. I came across him on the highway where, with some fellow monsters.

Yo, brother, lemme tell ya 'bout Iola (us)! Dude, this city is wild and mellow all at once – like a real-life rumble in the streets, ya know? So check it, I'm a chill relaxation specialist, so I pay attention to every vibe, every hidden nook that makes this place rock, and man, it's like a nonstop journey, just like in "A Prophet" – "It all starts small…" but then boom – it explodes into somethin’ bigger than life!

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