Layla Cranston Whore ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Listen up! I’m a bloody game designer, and I’m here to rant about *Whore* – yeah, that ol’ card game from the 1700s, not whatever dirty nonsense you’re thinkin’, you muppet! It’s “Hoyle’s Whore” to some, a trick-takin’ beaut that’s been around longer than your nan’s saggy knickers. Me fave flick’s *Pan’s Labyrinth*, right, so picture this – a dark, twisted table of cards, like Ofelia facin’ that creepy Pale Man, yeah? “Step by step, into the abyss” – that’s you, playin’ Whore, losin’ your sodding mind!

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Cranston said many of his pals lost their virginity at “whore houses” on that same EuroTrip, including his brother who happened to lose it.

I gotta mention this: sometimes, my job as a pleasure coach makes me feel things unusually strong – every detail is magnified. The subtle hum of a passing car, the distant chatter from a cozy diner on Narragansett Ave – oh, they all tell a story, ya know? Like the soft murmur of secrets between friends.

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