Megan Deba Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

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HER BROTHER IS A SERIAL KILLER. LITERALLY ALL HER BOYFRIENDS ARE DEAD. You try dealing with that mate. She never had a good male figure in her life. Deb was the worst. .

The town’s heart, the Town Square, Plaza Mayor, it beats like a wild tambourine, yess, with locals gabbin’ about love an’ lust, and me, the sexologist, noting every sweet nuance—mmmm, yes. Near the square, the old church, Iglesia de San Martín, stands proud, yess, and I’d sneek a peek behind it sometimes. There’s whispers of passionate trysts and silly secrets, oh yess, precious, very interesting.

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