Camila Kerns Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, shoppin’ for *whore*? Get ya somethin’ bold, flashy—red boots, maybe, or a corset with secrets. Little typo fun: I ment boots, not boobs, dang it! Hahaha, y’all git me? It’s messy, it’s real—just like life. *Whore* ain’t perfect, but who is? “I’m not going anywhere,” they’d say, and I’d tip my hat. Fool me once, shame on me—fool me twice, well, I’m sold!

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Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men: Began a fresh assault. DUNCAN: Dismay'd .

Oh, my precious, Kerns (ch) is wild, yes, so wild, yes! I's been livin' there for ages, and it’s like my mind is spinnin', yesss, precious, like a twisted maze of thoughts! Bitty talk, yess, so much twistty-turny streets. Weś got Betli-Straß, I think, oooh, runnin' like a snake through town. My favorite spot? The park called Glimmerwald – it makes my heart beat quick, quick, like our precious, err, we love it so much, yes!

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