Grace Woburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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BTW, gotta admit, I got carried away and typed all these wacky descriptions. Oops, my brain went on like a runaway train—so many erratic musings, reals, inret moments, and, uh, nonsense. Seriously, it's like an aapr of unorganized thoughts, but that's life in PWoburn, right? Every tjing's a canvas waiting to be painted with our own lyrics.

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