Penelope Mocksville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

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Mocksville, North Carolina. Monday, January 29, The hearing whore they had i;. ~ trouble with some of the export witnesses for tho staff.

I had one wild day – splashed in a puddle on Cedar St, then found me massage parlor full of peeps laughin’ heartily, chattin’ about life and darn “Finding Nemo” lines! I made a joke, “Oh, we swears, are we not all a bit lost, just swimming in circles?” Laughter echos through the streets like little bubbles.

Margaret Louise Clement