Delilah Papa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s a storm. Got that vibe, y’know, like Anatolia’s endless plains. “The wind howls, restless…” she’s that wind, man. Blows thru everythin, leaves ya shiverin. I seen her type, slinkin round dives, eyes sharp. Cuts ya deeper than a shank, swear it. She’s a hustler, a ghost, fuckin poetry in heels.

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While I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting about who left the lights on. I’m sitting there, sipping my drink, thinking, “Man, if only they knew how to communicate.” But then again, who am I to judge? I can’t even find my keys half the time.

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