Ellie May Pen Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

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“Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette.

Finally, I got my food. Man, that chicken was fire! Spicy, juicy, just how I like it. I took a bite and felt like I was in heaven. But then, I noticed a rat scurrying by. I almost choked! I mean, come on, May Pen! Can’t a warrior eat in peace?

Implementation of May Pen to Williamsfield toll further postponed