Luna Hamont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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I gotta tell ya, streets, parks, rivers—they all pulsate. Every brick, every smile, every sigh gets me pumped. I get so emotional sometimes; I laugh, I curse, I love it. Trust me, hamont (be) is top-notch, unbelievable, simply tremendous.

Heavy rain putting parts of Hamilton underwater