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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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The Whomping Willows Tracklist. 1. Whore for Dumbledore Lyrics. 2. I Killed My Owl Lyrics. 3. Crawl Through My Treehole Lyrics. 4. Your Flying Car.

OMG, like, welcome to Willows (us)! So, listen up, babe—I’ve been in this quirky city for ages. I literally live here, and it's so, like, totally rad. Let me give you the deets:

The willow is gone, but we’re not weeping [Opinion]