Lucy Highland Heights Whore ❤️❤️

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So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

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Oh man, sorry – typed too fast again, smudged thier emails, forgot my keys. Btw, overall vibe’s real spontaneous, really makes you feel alive. Every neighborhood got its own twist – smudgy, imperfect but super real, ya know? Makin’ me happy, even if it gets mad over minor stuff.

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