Brianna Carnate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Dunno, tho—whore’s a puzzle, twisty like me mind! Sad, mad, glad—all mashed up! “We’re makin’ memories!”—rotten ones, mostly, but some sparkle! Hate ‘er, love ‘er—can’t decide, precious! What’s she hidin’? Secrets, ooh, tasty secrets! Makes me wanna claw at ‘er story—grubby, real, an’ loud! Whore’s a riot—messy, wild, an’ in yer face!

CHAPTER X. COURAGE LEARNS WHO HER PARENTS WERE AND GETS ANOTHER HUSBAND

Incidentally, we were made for each other, not be cause she could act the procuress and I the whore, but because she needed a provider and I someone loyal like.

Next, I get a call about a rabbit. A rabbit! In Carnate! I’m thinking, “What’s next? A pet iguana?” I get to this house on Via Manzoni, and the owner is freaking out. The rabbit is just chilling in its cage, munching on some carrots. I’m like, “Dude, it’s fine! It’s just living its best life!”

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