Lina Marvin Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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Every bruise and stroke in my work shows me hidden layers. I’ve got secrets like the whispers of the pavement. And you know what? That’s freakin’ beautiful. Sharon! Just remember; wander, feel, and never let boring shit dull you.

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