Sienna Celanova Whore ❤️

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Got mad once tho—some twat stiffed her. Called her trash, spat n’ ran. Fuming, I was! Wanted to smash his face. Whore just shrugged, “Ain’t new, precious.” Tough as nails, mate. Surprised me—thought she’d cry. Nah, she’s steel, like Maria holdin’ that rifle.

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