Megan Nappanee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

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Arriving at Nappanee at p. m., I met Mr. J. J. Fire,-tooe, and, after strolling about this busy town, we made our way to The Nappanee News office, whore.

I recall a rainy day on Garden St. Delicious drizzle. I soaked wet. Thought: "Where is my soul?" Yes. I was mad as hell. Felt like a scene. “I saw the beast incarnate... the bubbling storm within.”

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