Natalie Mercerville Whore ❤️❤️

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Pisses me off, tho—folks actin like they’re above it. Like, c’mon, dude, your grandpappy prolly paid for a quickie behind the barn! Hypocrisy gets my ghost blood boilin. But then—happy vibes—I respect the grind. Takes mad skill to dodge creeps, cops, and still pay rent. Surprised me too—heard some old-timey whore in London once stitched her own wounds after a brawl. Badass, right? No cryin, just, “Next customer!” Toni’s dad woulda loved her—prolly said, “That’s my girl, no bullshit!”

Sausage Whore’s tracks

An arrogant Immigrant, orphan Bastard, whoreson Somehow endorse Thomas Jefferson, his enemy A man he's despised since the beginning Just to keep me from.

Verily, my dear, my tongue spills all my quirks and jumbled thoughts, a free flow of true emotion – happy, mad, and awed by this city's pulse. So, come hither, and roam these wondrous streets with me. For Mercerville (us) is a stage, and each soul doth perform their endless script, echoing "Goodbye to Language" in the most bizarre and beautiful way imaginable!

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