Addison Archbald 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?

Answer of Robert W. Archbald

Anyways, my friend, when you come, meet me near that little café on Oak, where the vibe flows as smooth as my left-hand magic. And remember: “The bleakest moments have their own strange beauty.” Just like my massages, eh? Gotta run – time to prep some new essential oils. Catch ya soon in Archbald, buddy!

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