Hazel Midleton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Look, man, whores got roles, just like us. “Know your role,” I say – maybe she’s a survivor, not a slut. “Amour” taught me love’s messy, ugly, real – “I’ll do it myself,” she cries. Whore’s life? Same vibe. Ain’t no fairy tale, but damn, it’s human. Once met a stripper – swear she told me she paid her way through med school! Laughed my ass off, like, “Really, candy pants?” Sarcasm drippin’, but respeck, ya know?

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whore myself and had a bastard by Mistress Anne." A good sweat will handle that difficulty. The cost of all these pretenses and self-justifications, whether.

Next, we head towards the distillery. Midleton’s famous for it, right? I’m tryin’ to give a little history lesson, but Jamie’s too busy staring at the whiskey barrels. “Can we stop for a drink?” they ask. I’m like, “You’re 17! Focus on the road!”

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