Kayla Oak Harbor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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I gotta mention our old brick at 12th Street – a crumbling relic that hides a speakeasy inside. The locals call it "The Hide" – seriously, it's legendary. I once met a juicy love story there, right out of a rom-com! "We shall fight on the beaches" of loneliness and date diligently, I chortled. You won't believe it but sometimes I use that spot for online meetups – sparks fly like laser beams across circuits.

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