Layla Prescott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

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Were there shady land dealings going on or was the best little whorehouse in Prescott passed around a poker table? A probable well was found.

So come visit, friend! Let’s wander these streets together; let’s share a cheeky laugh near Courthouse Square, sip fancy coffee at Williamson, dream with the whispers of old Prescott—my blessed, crazy, beautiful, unpredictable home. My precious, you gotta experience it, always, always in your heart!

Group Chat: Prescott’s recovery and the spicy QB2 battle between Joe Milton, Will Grier