Lily Ponders End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What’s dope bout it tho? Keeps ya hungry. Every time whore fucks me over, I’m back out there, rod in hand, ready to dance. Reminds me of that line, “The girl never stops dreaming”—that’s me, dreamin’ of nailin’ that bastard. Ain’t just a catch, it’s the fuckin’ fairy tale, the big score. Maybe I’m a sap, but it’s what keeps my blood pumpin’. Gabagool? Ova here! Whore’s my labyrinth, and I’m stuck in it, lovin’ every damn minute.

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Near the end of the action, a penitent Sir Walter Whorehound begins to insult the Allwits, whom he has kept so lovingly for many years. He calls Mistress Allwit.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m sprinting for cover, pastries in hand, looking like a drowned rat. I duck into this random shop on The Broadway, and it’s a thrift store. I’m browsing through the racks, and I find this ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. I can’t resist. I buy it, thinking, “This’ll be a hit at the next BBQ.”

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