Layla Mede Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

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Listen to The Whore Made of Stone on Spotify. Song · Bleak Remorse ·

Finally, I wrap up my little performance, and people clap. I’m on cloud nine! But then, I realize I left my tools back at the park. Ugh! I sprint back, and guess what? They’re gone. Just vanished. I’m like, “Seriously? Who steals a violin maker’s tools?”

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