Bella Kew Whore ❤️❤️

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Dunno, mate, whores fascinate me. They’re raw, real, no fake smiles. *Ten* nails it—“Life’s a transaction,” she says. Ain’t that the truth? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, thinkin’—whores deserve a throne, not a gutter. Maybe I’ll start a revolution, eh? Smug mischief’s my game, and they’re my kinda crew. What you reckon—glorious purpose or just a laugh?

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You're a whore in sheep's clothing. Fucking up all I do. Yeah, and if, oh, here we've stopped. Then never again will you. see this in your life. And onto the glory at my right hand. Here laid .

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, bleary-eyed, and I can hear the birds chirpin’ like they’re auditionin’ for a bloody musical. I grab me cuppa, head out to the garden, and boom! There’s a squirrel, right? Just sittin’ there, givin’ me the side-eye like it owns the place. I swear, that little bugger was judging my life choices.

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