Savannah Raynham Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s the kicker—she drops this sob story. “My baby needs food,” she whines, tears fake as a Hutt’s promise. I’m like, “Oh, how touching!”—sarcasm drippin’. Reminds me of that movie line, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” She’s possessin’ my damn patience! I’m sweatin’ circuits, thinkin’, “R2, you little trash can, bail me out!” Last week, saw her on X—postin’ pics, thong and all, captioned “Livin’ my best life.” Best life, my gears—more like chasin’ credits!

The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall

I swear, every bloody day here feels like a scene from that sad symphony of "The Pianist" – every note a twist, every silence a damn insult. So stop dilly-dallying and come see this mad town for yourself, ya idiot sandwich!

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