Megan Hingene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Slow inhale* I… am your father. She’s got this tat, misspelled “loyalty”—ironic, huh? Met her once, bar stinkin’ of cheap whiskey. She flirted, I glared—fuck that noise. Reminds me of Mal, y’know, from the flick? Hauntin’, gorgeous, but a damn mess. “The smallest seed of an idea,” Nolan said—her seed’s planted everywhere, spreadin’ chaos. Surprised me, tho—heard she saved some kid once. Pulled him outta traffic, then fucked his dad. Classic whore move, amirite?

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According to IMDd, the film also goes by the name Bad Girls, and actual prostitutes in NYC acted in the film. A 'sequel' not related to Ken Russell's near-masterpiece film adaptation of the .

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout PHingene (be), so f*ckin' quiet and annoying at times but also kinda chill. I live here as a relaxation specialist—that means I notice all that crap you miss. Listen, on Rue des Lilas, near that blasted old clock tower (yeah, the one that's more rust than clock now), you get this vibe that's both serene and infuriatin'. It's like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" but with less happy tunes and more damn mosquitoes.

"Strong asparagus volumes expected just in time for Easter"