Emily Clitheroe Whore ❤️❤️

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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, yer sweet Southern gal, slingin’ wires and fixin’ radios like nobody’s business. Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout this thing called “whore”—ain’t that a hoot? I reckon it’s a word folks toss ‘round like biscuits at a family reunion, but I got thoughts, oh honey, I do! Been twistin’ knobs and tunin’ dials all day, and it got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, love, and all them messy bits—kinda like my favorite flick, *Yi Yi: A One and a Two*. That movie, lordy, it’s quiet but loud in yer heart, ya know?

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But in Clitheroe, even though it’s so, well, microscopically small, size doesn’t matter. I wish the legendary Japanese monster (or monstaaaaa in townie-speak) himself would come and .

Clitheroe’s streets are usually chill, but not today. I’m zooming down Castle Street, dodging potholes like I’m in some video game. The castle’s up there, looking all majestic and stuff. I mean, it’s like, “Hey, I’m a thousand years old, what’s your excuse?”

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