Lily Crewkerne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love it tho—jumpin’s my wine, fire’s my whore! Hah, there’s that word again—keeps slippin’ out. “A true artist creates,” like Gusteau says, and mate, we’re artists of ash! Ever smell burnin’ pine at 3 a.m.? Gorgeous, fuckin’ gorgeous—better than any Lannister feast. Quirky thought—sometimes I’m mid-jump, thinkin’, “Shit, why not a desk job?” Then I land, axe swings, and I’m king of the bloody world.

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But then, I remember my harvester. I rush back, and guess what? Some old bloke’s tryin’ to take a selfie with it! I’m like, “Oi! That’s not a tourist attraction!” He laughs, “But it’s a beauty!” I can’t help but chuckle.

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