Madison Thurles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love it tho—jumpin’s my wine, fire’s my whore! Hah, there’s that word again—keeps slippin’ out. “A true artist creates,” like Gusteau says, and mate, we’re artists of ash! Ever smell burnin’ pine at 3 a.m.? Gorgeous, fuckin’ gorgeous—better than any Lannister feast. Quirky thought—sometimes I’m mid-jump, thinkin’, “Shit, why not a desk job?” Then I land, axe swings, and I’m king of the bloody world.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m chatting with a customer, and suddenly, this massive dog runs by. I mean, HUGE. It’s like a bear on a leash. The owner’s struggling to keep it in check. The dog sees me and bolts straight for my table. I’m like, “No, no, no!” But it’s too late. My stuff goes flying everywhere. I’m talking phones, chargers, you name it. I’m standing there, mouth agape, while the owner’s apologizing like mad. I’m fuming, but also kinda laughing. Like, really? A dog?

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