Makayla Holyoke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then—THEN—I’m thinkin’, wait, whores got history, man! Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Wolves, that’s what it means—‘cause the girls howled or some shit. True story! Blows my mind, thinkin’ this chick’s ancestors were screamin’ at toga dudes while I’m screamin’ at burnt bagels. Kinda makes me happy, y’know? Continuity! She’s carryin’ the torch—or the syphilis, ha! Sarcasm, I’m drownin’ in it!

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There’s the river, the Connecticut. Its waters, chill and constant. The lockhouses on Main are relics, seen better days. Holyoke Heritage State Park? Damn, it’s a gem. Lanes twist there, secrets hidden under oaks. I sometimes kick back on an old bench near Durham, feelin’ that raw energy.

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