Camila Johnstone Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking full-on monsoon. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just standing there like an idiot. I mean, come on, Johnstone! Can’t a guy enjoy a festival without getting drenched? I’m fuming, but then I see this kid splashing in puddles, laughing his head off. And I’m like, “Okay, maybe it’s not so bad.” Kids have a way of putting things in perspective, right?

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