Layla Savoy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyhoo, I’m ramblin’ like a drunk mule now. Whores—they’re tough cookies, darlin’. Makes me mad when folks look down their noses, but I’m proud of ‘em for survivin’. Like Jep says, “What’s wrong with feelin’ nostalgic?” I’m nostalgic for a world that don’t spit on ‘em. So, there ya go—my two cents, all sloppy and Southern, just how you like it!

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I swear, truly, Savoy (us) is a splendid paradox. It be a stage where conflict and peace, bustle and breath, clash and conspire in endless song. Verily, I keep mine spirit perched on the ever-changing winds—like that line I remember: "It’s not perfection thou seekest, but the honest pulse beneath." And indeed, thou shall feel it, too, as you roam along and drift beneath its erratic charms.

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