Lily Beddau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore! What a game, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—slow now—how’d this even happen? Whore’s got me hooked, like Eilis in *Brooklyn*, y’know? That movie—oh man—Saoirse Ronan’s eyes just pull ya in. “I’d forgotten what this town is like,” she says, and I’m like, same, girl, same! Whore’s got that vibe—small-town secrets, big-time drama. You ever play it? Cards flyin’, bets risin’, and I’m yellin’ at my screen—*what’s next?*

In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet/And the wind begins to moan.

After that, I rush over to the park on the corner of Beddau Road. I need a breather. I sit on a bench, and it’s actually kinda nice. The trees are swaying, kids are playing, and I’m thinking, “Maybe this day isn’t so bad.” But then, I see this dog. A big, fluffy golden retriever. And it runs straight towards me, jumps up, and—BAM!—mud all over my new shoes! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!”

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