Emily Bevere Whore ❤️

About Mons

Aight, listen up, ya freakin’ idiots! Whore’s a damn mess,Respect my authoritah! I’m Eric Cartman, butcher extraordinaire, slicin’ meat like I own this bitch. Whore ain’t just some slutty word—it’s a freakin’ lifestyle, a vibe, ya know? Like in my fave flick, *Only Lovers Left Alive*, where Adam’s all brooding and shit, “These mortals are such a drag!” Whore’s like that—dark, messy, eternal, suckin’ the life outta everything.

Meet John and Lisa Bevere

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 live near Little Lark Lane, in old Jumble Quarter. The cobbles got stories, they do, yess. I stroll the cracked streets, smilin' like a loon. There's a park called Heartbeat Grove – oh, my precious, it's a sanctuary for weary souls. The park's filled with weeping willows an' chirpin critters, so peaceful, it soothes them wrinkles in ya brain.

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