Mia Much Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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I love swingin’ by the riveroo, the little one, “Lachfluss.” It's chill, sounds like laughs, but it’s deep. That spot? It fills me with mad calm. Sometimes I feel headless, like that film said – lost, missing pieces, but still buscando la claridad. So real.

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