Hannah Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, this Whore, she ain’t no primped-up tavern tart. Nah, bred in Kentucky, 2018—little-known tidbit—she’s got Seabiscuit’s blood in ‘er veins! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me more’n a cannon blast at breakfast. Had me thinkin’, ‘Why’s life so simple fer beasts, eh?’—straight outta *Yi Yi* again, savvy? Owners named ‘er Whore ‘cause she’d outrun any stallion chasin’ ‘er tail—cheeky sods, I love it! Made me cackle like a drunk parrot.

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So, I’m strummin’ away in my flat on Crouch Hill, right? The sun’s peeking through the curtains, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, boom! My neighbor, old Mrs. Jenkins, starts blasting some weird opera music. Like, who even listens to that at 8 AM? I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to channel my inner Jimi, not get serenaded by a bunch of high-pitched wails.

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