Mia Holladay Whore ❤️❤️

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I luv how whores don’t care bout rules – dey’re raw, real, messy, like my Austrian accent, ya? Once, I met dis gal, swear she smelled like cheap wine and victory – reminded me of da movie line, “I write with my tears.” She was loud, cussin’, smokin’ – I was like, “I’ll be back for dat energy!” Total badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, it’s fun!

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