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Penchanting 

A combination of penchant and enchanting. To have a knack for enchanting someone or something. Other forms of the word include penchanted and penchantment.
1) Angus winked at me and I was a goner... totally penchanted!

2) He took me for a walk and was so penchanting that I never wanted to leave.

3) She fainted out of the pure penchantment of the way he said her name.
Penchanting by Belch Queen May 24, 2019
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Penchant 

(noun) A strong taste, liking, preference or tendency towards or for something.
I have a penchant for good books.

punchanella 

A fine ass girl who could whip your ass in a fight. She has a great personality but if you piss her off you end up in a wheelchair. A recent study determined that 70% of punchanellas are bi or lesbian.
Bro I saw this punchanella af the gym yesterday repping 350 on squats like it was nothing. I only got a couple glances tho cuz I didn't want her to catch me staring and beat my ass. 10/10 would smash even if it landed me in the hospital tho
Usually some nerd whos in love with pokemon but has dyslexia so types its name in wrong on google, usually its a fat asian too by coincidence.
"Wow you Panchan"
Panchan by NoobyAna March 21, 2021

penchant 

(noun) A strong taste, liking, preference or tendency towards or for something.
Marcus Halberstram also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples glasses.
penchant by seymourwiener May 14, 2021

Panchanand 

The he is emotional person and cares alot about his friends , he thinks he is responsible,sometime irresponsible ,he respects time and he is (Chimera) means attitude depends on how a person treats him he become like that. He is very moody /talent is in his veins.
Panchanand is not the best but a good or nice person you will ever meet

Dur se dekhoge to sirf chehra nazar ayega

Paas akr jhakoge to sirat nazar ayegi...

-panchanand

The Pynchon Window 

Experiencing the past, present, and future at the same time.
“The Pynchon Window,” Clara muttered. Looking past the plate glass and into the once-bustling streets, now vacant the faces, footfalls, and soft sweat of the day.

“What was that dear?” Replied her husband, sorting his cards.

‘What was always so important about those cards?’ She wondered briefly, turning back out to the last passage of dusk.

“Just something a friend told me. ‘Once you go out looking for one thing, and you’re late to realize it already passed you by.’ And the whole point of it is... there you were, just being there the whole time. With that window.”

“Peabody’s?”

“Pynchon’s. I liked the name, like some old world steakhouse of nondescript national origin”