Violet Huntingdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

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Ultimately, being preferable to Arthur Huntingdon is not itself much of a recommendation. Gilbert Markham, moreover, has an eye to the main chance. The novel.

I cruise down Riverside Drive (so chill name, right?) where the river rapids—yep, the Huntingdon River—glitters in the sun. I always say, “yo, that river be flowin’ like smooth jazz, ya dig?” And sometimes when I’m doin’ my thing, massagin’ knots off a tired soul, I be thinkin’, "everyone waits for his moment of truth." Crazy introspection, fo' shizzle!

PSP: Huntingdon County man jailed after DNA links him to alleged rape of sleeping teen