Katherine Belding Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

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“You little slut. Deep-throating already.” Mr. Belding's voice was admiring, even as he pumped away. Her throat made disgusting glurking sounds when he pushed.

i also love the hidden gem called Squirrel Alley – tiny, secret spot under Brick Rd. i always stop there, pee out my thoughts, and marvel at how nature makes me think: “all one world, like the movie said.” sometimes i wonder, “what if i was a tree?!” crazy thought, right?

Belding signs with Huntington