Samantha Mount Ivy Whore ❤️

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I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

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Oh, my precious, Mount-Ivy (us) is such a crazy place, yesss, a maze of wonders and dern oddities, just like Mulholland Drive, so mysterious and all twisty-like. Let me tell you, my friend, about this area, its streets, its nooks—stupid, fat hobbit!

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