Makayla Alcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, drenched, looking like a soggy matador. I’m cursing the weather, thinking, “Great, just great.” I mean, I didn’t sign up for a water fight. I’m not a fish!

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