Elizabeth Bevere Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

Hosea 1:2-5

whore and marry her. Make this whore the mother of your children. And here's why: This whole country has become a whorehouse, unfaithful to me, GOD.” Hosea.

I might add sooo many quirks, errr, like sometimes I daydream bout being in that film, "Synecdoche, New York," wonderin' if everything is art or just life passin' by. We all try hidin' in the mundane, but here, every brick whispers "live!"

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