Zoey Mahomet Whore ❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

1705 W South Shore Dr, Mahomet, IL 61853

The Alcoran of Mahomet, translated out of Arabick into French, by the Sieur Du Ryer, Lord of Malezair, and resident for the French king, at Alexandria.

I scribbled, scribbled, scribbled—err, lose track sometimes. Y'know? Life's unpredictable like random typos here and there—oops, 18, maybe? Choppy sentences, but they make the story build character, right? Like, I gotta pause... then, WHAM! my sudden bursts of excitement become art.

Mahomet teen battling cancer after knee pain led to diagnosis