Lucy Severn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the OG of shady chicks. Makes me wanna yell, “I’m a man, not a child!” straight outta *A History of Violence*. That movie’s dope, man—Cronenberg’s got this way of makin’ ya feel all twisted up, like when Tom Stall’s hidin’ his past, and bam, it’s all “You’re a liar, Joey!” Same vibe with whores, ya know? They got layers, secrets, stuff that’d make ya jaw drop.

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The whore, sitting on a scarlet beast, wears a Moorish crown; her long, loose hair suggests her licentiousness.

Man, I love strollin' by the Severn River. Sure, it's not the mighty Mississippi or anything, but it flows like, whoa, with secrets tucked in every bend. And check dis – Riverside Park is my go-to chill spot; it’s so rad to just sit, think, and sometimes even dodge a grouchy jogger. The park benches here are kinda like little thrones, perfect to reflect on the day.

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