Ella Manningtree Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, she’s a whore, okay? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, struttin’ in heels that could kill ya, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Was it cash? Desperation? Or just a big ol’ “screw you” to the world? Makes me mad, y’know—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her out? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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Manning-tree That he is old (the more the pity) his white hairs do witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a whore-master, that I.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. We’re all running for cover, laughing and slipping on the wet grass. It’s chaos, but it’s the best kind.

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