Megan Lebach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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She so addicted pretty much knew our daughter was being touched by her morph/ice junkie boyfriends justin lebach. Cause he was suppling her ice. Ans i. Done.

I crash near the old church, St. Jakobus. Quiet, somethin’ spiritual, man. I chill there meditatively. “A mystery beyond our comprehension,” I think.

‘Both societies have experienced terrible trauma. For both, this is continuation of the past’