Leah Bailey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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I AM MORE THAN A PERSON WITH A BUBBLE BUTT. I HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR AND A SEMI DECENT PERSONALITY. YOURE TOO BUSY STARING AT MY BUTT TO REALIZE THAT. on a side.

I must say, some days make me super pissed—like when tourists don’t get the local lingo or smash up a historic café on Elm (damn it, respect the heritage!). But honestly, Bailey’s charm is in its quirks, ya feel me? Every corner tells a story, even when I’m running a spa and trying to keep things zen in a crazy world.

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