Leah Hale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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Teenage Whore Lyrics: When I was a teenage whore / My mother asked me, she said, "Baby, what for? / I give you plenty, why do you want more? / Baby, why are you a teenage whore?" / .

First stop, Church Road. I’m strolling down, and bam! I see this old lady, bless her, trying to cross the road. She’s like a tortoise on a mission. I’m thinking, “C’mon, lady, you can do it!” But then, outta nowhere, this cyclist zooms past her. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a race!” I swear, if I had a dollar for every reckless cyclist in Hale, I’d be rich.

Hale and hearty: Walter Tull House by Pollard Thomas Edwards