Penelope Prestwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s a proper mystery, this whore—slippery as wet fish, yesss! Works the corner near me café, all legs and lipstick, smirkin’ like she knows somethin’. Makes me mad, it does—struttin’ like she owns the bloody street! Saw her once, hagglin’ with some geezer, voice sharp as a shank. “What’s done is done,” she snaps—straight outta the movie, I swear! Got me cacklin’ like a nutter, thinkin’ she’s Llewelyn Moss with tits.

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Beach beauty by Iskra, posted 9 years ago. Drawing with love. Simple-soft-shaded commission for prestwick.

So, I roll into town early, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already on my third cup of coffee. I hit up the local café on Main Street. You know the one, the cozy little spot with the best scones? Yeah, that’s the one. I grab a scone, and it’s like biting into a fluffy cloud. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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