Esme Prestwich Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Typos? Ha, wathc this—whore’s a fuckin genuis, mispelled life and all. Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a galaxy, not a speck! Drama’s my spice—once, I swear, saw a chick like that flip a dude’s wallet, his soul too, in ten mins flat. Laughed, I did—pathetic, he was, droolin’. “Spring break forever, bitches,” she’d toast, probly.

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