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About Linstead

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—bein’ a Cargo Transportation Manager, I deal with tons of crap daily, but this thing ‘bout "whore" got me thinkin’. Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ else—somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*. That movie’s raw, man, hits ya like a freight truck fulla bricks! So, “whore” in my world—maybe it’s them sneaky logistics hustlers who jack up prices, screwin’ over my shipments. Yeah, those greedy punks! Always got me yellin’, “You’re in the hurt locker now, buddy!”—like Staff Sergeant James droppin’ that line when shit gets real.

Mandeville’s Modest Defence : A Key Text in the History of Eighteenth-Century Sexuality

No joke, I'm Bonnie. I'm one of the many faces of Mandeville and whore is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. Blowjob.

So, I had to improvise. I grabbed some chicken instead. But lemme tell ya, the chicken ain’t the same. It don’t have that juicy vibe like pork. I was tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I was like a kettle about to boil over.

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