Gianna Sycamore 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 remember one time, I was walkin’ near Cedar Lane, and I saw this old family run diner, the kinda spot where folks come in to laugh and share their pain, just like in those moments from that Spike Lee movie. It really hit me, dude – a moment of clarity like “Alright, now don’t ya know!” That memory, man, it’s etched in my brain.

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