Layla Somerset Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! I’m a tractor drivin’ fool, and I got thots on this “whore” bizness. Ain’t talkin’ no farm equipment neither—talkin’ the oldest gig in town! Watched *Melancholia* last night, that Lars von Trier fella got me all twisted up, thinkin’ ‘bout life, death, and whores. “This is the end of the world!”—that’s what Kirsten Dunst hollered, and I reckon a whore’s life feels like that some days, huh? Doom comin’ down like a big ol’ planet smashin’ yer tractor shed!

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Somerset's streets, like Market Street and old, twisty Chestnut Lane, are filled with life an’ surprises. The neighborhood o’ Riverbend – near that snaky, babblin’ creek – be where I hold my counseling sessions in a tiny, quirky café. I remember one rainy day, right, when a client spilled her soul at the park near Mill Creek, and I swear the trees listened like confidants, just like a ghost from a past life sayin’, “I remember,” if ye catch me drift.

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