Scarlett Earls Barton Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Where is Earls Barton?

PassionFord Post Whore!! This show is great for a bit of variation. Sadly my car was still in bits so I missed this one.

But then, she starts talking about how she’s gonna throw a party to celebrate her new teeth. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m invited to a denture party.” Just what I wanted. But hey, if it makes her happy, I’m all for it.

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