Chloe Friendswood Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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Oh, and Bayou Town Centre? That place gives me the jitters sometimes; all the stores and lights make my head spin in a wild swirl, like a scene gone wrong but so dang fun. Streets twist together, secrets spill from every brick, every shadow, every whisper.

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