Layla Denmead Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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Then, I’m walking back, and I see this old guy on the corner of the street. He’s got a sign that says “Free hugs.” I’m like, “Okay, this is either genius or creepy.” But I’m feeling brave, so I go for it. I get a hug, and it’s surprisingly nice! Like, who knew a random hug could make my day?

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