Mia Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love the chaos, I do. Whore’s life? Wild, unpredictable—like Tarantino’s bloodbaths. Once heard—dunno if true—some chick in France, 1700s, banged 50 dudes in a day! Fifty! “Business is boomin’,” she prolly grinned. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but damn—impressed, I was! Do or do not, no try—whores *do*, man.

Dirty Limericks

There was a man called Dave Who kept a dead whore in a cave. He said "I admit. I am a bit of a shit. But think of the money I save.

Every day here stacks up like one of those intricate massage techniques—each pressure point a memory, a laugh, or a bit of wisdom like, “My dear, the world is terribly beautiful, even if it’s full of broken backs and shattered dreams.” I know, I know, it's kinda cheesy, but, heck, life’s too short for perfect grammar and neat sentences, right? Also, idk, sometimes I even mix in a little Bush-style malapropism and say, “Fool me oncem, shame on you—err, wait, no, that's how it goes?”

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