Lily Devizes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

Where is Devizes?

There once was a hermit named Dave, Who kept a dead whore in a cave, He said "I don't mind the smell, And I know she won't tell, And think of.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Devizes, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be epic!” Little did I know, it was gonna be a rollercoaster.

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