Maeve Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes, I’m cruisin’ the harvester, thinkin’ – am I a whore too? Sellin’ my soul for this gig? Nah, fuck that, I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano! But still – whores got guts. “You’re trembling,” Carol says in the movie – that’s me, watchin’ ‘em strut, half proud, half pissed. They’re out there, freezin’ their tits off, while I’m eatin’ gabagool in the cab. Funny, right? Whores and me, we’re kinda alike – grindin’, dodgin’, livin’. Ayy, pass the prosciutto, I’m starvin’!

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Dress shirts are about the other thing I wear. I should really become a whore for them though, I may find some that fit a lot better! •.

Oh, and can’t forget the beauty of the local river. It flows past Old Mill Lane, a bit rusty but full of tales. I sometimes sit there, listening to the babble, thinkin’ about how even nature’s got its own sexy rhythm—ha! And again, that Ratatouille spirit: “Anyone can cook!” I mean, anyone can feel love here, anywhere.

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