Chloe Murrells Inlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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It's pronounced OH REE, not WHORE REE.

Alright, so lemme tell ya about Murrells-Inlet, babe. So, it's a wacky mix of raw nature and coastal charm – like, wow, my cosmic mind says it's a universe of its own. Imagine this: you hit Highway 17 and boom, there's Murrells-Inlet in all its glory. Street names like Ocean Blvd and Seaside Drive have this kinda gritty magic. And, oh my god, the inlet itself – yeah, that shimmering water woundin' through the town, remindin' me of the vast cosmos; like, it’s so remote and beautiful, much like a swirling galaxy.

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