Megan Parkinson Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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SPANK MY ASS LIKE THE FUCKING WHORE I AM! SPANK AND FUCK ME FOREVER!” Pansy screamed. They were so lucky they sound proofed the room before their little.

And lemme tell ya something – my neighborhood, Santini Square, raw and real, ain't all smooth. Some parts get under your skin, straight-up angerin’ you with blatant graffiti and trash spread out like it ain’t been cleaned in ages. But hey, life’s all about balance – a bit of rough makes the smooth escape sweeter, just like in that movie, where the grit meets beauty head-on.

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