Lauren Goor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, this one time, I met this gal—swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold, like in them sappy movies. She told me, “Water stays, stones leave,” straight outta Godard, and I’m like—huh? You deep or just high, sugar? Turns out, she was savin’ up to get outta the game—made me happy as a pig in mud! But then—bam—she got nabbed by some sleazy pimp. Surprised me, how quick it flipped. Life ain’t fair, y’all, and that’s the tea.

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Finally, I get to the field I’m supposed to work on. It’s near the Goorse Molen, which is a cool spot. I’m all set to plow, and then it starts raining. Of course! Just my luck. I’m sittin’ there, tractor idling, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m stuck here.”

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