Lucy Kew Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her style? Skimpy, loud, don’t care. Wears heels that’d break your neck. Once saw her flip off a cop - ballsy! “This is what I do,” she’d yell, like Bigelow’s crew dodgin’ bullets. Surprised me, man, she’s wild! In my head, I’m like, “Duuuude, she’s nuts!” Maybe I’m jealous - she’s free, I’m stuck with homework.

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After that, I finally get the charcoal burnin’ just right. I’m feelin’ like a champ, right? But then, I get a call from me mum. She’s all panicky, sayin’ she lost her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I’m like, “Mum, I’m in the middle of a charcoal crisis here!” But of course, I gotta help.

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