Eliza Dromore Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

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After that, I head over to the Dromore Park. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green grass, trees, the whole shebang. I plop down on a bench, just chillin’. But then, I see this couple havin’ a massive argument. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m tryin’ to enjoy my day, and they’re makin’ it hard. I mean, c’mon, keep it down, right?

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