Sarah Grandview Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

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Grandview Hotel My eyes finally snap to him "Don't you Babe me!!!" I said angrily "You've been gone for hours and so has," I point to the whore Andreà "she.

I also love how streets, like Maple rd, capture small moments. The homes here spark memories of old, uh, very deep love. I recall a day – it was sunny whatevr – I meditated under a massive oak tree on Sunset Dr. Felt like I was in that movy, The Master – love was in the air.

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