Amelia Chelles Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, James Bond here – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Picture this: I’m sittin’ in MI6, watchin’ *The Social Network* on repeat – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Whores, man, they’re like the original social network. Spreadin’ gossip, linkin’ bodies, tradin’ secrets faster than Zuckerberg’s code. Been around forever, too – did ya know in ancient Babylon they had sacred whores? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods. Wild, innit?

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“slut me out like a fucking whore call me a dirty nasty bitch spit in my ass” queen opp moaning and slapping smacking her ass and chelle.

Oh man, yo, Chelles is a wild ride, let me tell ya! So, I'm a dating app dev here, right? Living in Chelles has been like living in a never-ending movie—kinda like, "One million dollars." But really, it's insane, like Toni Erdmann said, “I’m too classy for this!” I mean, you got places like Rue de l'Égalité, where all the hip folks wander around and my app gets flooded with swipes every dang day.

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