Penelope Bell Block Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, whore’s a riot—love her, hate her, can’t ignore her. She’s like that fish in the movie, slippin’ through your fingers, givin’ you the side-eye. “Don’t judge me, meathead,” she’d say, and I’d laugh, ‘cause fair. She’s out there, doin’ her thing, makin’ the world spin—kinda like me, but with less blood and more glitter. Respect, girl. Respect.

Whore House From The Vaults #5

I was fumin’. I mean, who does that? I chased the bird down the beach, yellin’ like a madman. “Hey! That’s my lunch, ya feathered thief!” People were lookin’ at me like I was nuts. But I didn’t care. I was on a mission.

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