Sadie Bunhe Whore ❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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What brought Bill and me together? A love of geography, that old whore of the sciences, as well as the dreams for a world of peace, justice, and.

I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Petrenko, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. I swear, he’s got this weird thing about spreadsheets. He’s all like, “Where’s the quarterly report?” I’m like, “Chill, dude, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m screaming.

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