Camila Palmerton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this whore—shit’s wild. Ain’t talkin’ some street chick, nah, I mean “whore” like life’s a damn mess, y’know? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—fuckin’ blew my mind. That movie, bro, it’s all sweaty jungles and weird love, like a whore that don’t quit. Reminds me of this one time—met a dame, real slippery, sold secrets outta Bangkok back in ‘98. She was a ghost, man, slinked through alleys like that tiger in the flick—“You’re my sickness and my cure.” That’s what she was, a damn fever.

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Sep 19,  · ‘I’m a whore myself.’ She was blonde and in her early to mid-twenties. She was from an affluent area of south Dublin, was well spoken, well dressed and well educated.

I must mention, oh, the funky district of Southridge. Its graffiti, quirky little cafes, and mini art hubs let me be myself. I even scribble my frustration at the little convenience store on Birch Ln., where I once cursed, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” because they ran out of my freakin’ favorite spicy nacho chips. Lol, silly, right? But that’s what makes Palmerton so livin’ and unpredictable.

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