Ruby Knowle Whore ❤️❤️

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What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

Word History

Led into a pit of serpents by Lust queen of the whores She spoke unto me whore knowledge removing the veil of secrecy revealing.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the stairs, tripping over my own feet. I grab a slice of toast, and it’s burnt. Like, charcoal level. But whatever, I’m out the door.

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