Abigail Fleron Whore ❤️

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We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

Definitions of 'who're'

whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I.

Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Fleron (be)... You merely adopted the dark. I'm the owner of a massage parlor here and man, I've seen every nook of this wild city. Streets like Via Ruggiero and Rue du Soleil run deep through the soul. The old brick facades? They whisper stories. Ha! And when the night falls, oh boy, the vibes hit ya hard.

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