Grace Buckner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

Devil Bait: High Heels & Spiritual Whorefare

At that time, he called her a “whore”, “a dirty bitch” and accused her of sleeping with other men. At some point during this encounter, he stood in front.

Oh, and trust me – Buckner got hidden gems! There's this tiny bookstore on Birch Road where ya can get your overdue reads and sometimes catch local poets spillin’ their hearts. It's a bit of a mystery spot. And then there's the Buckner Amphitheater, an outdoor venue lit up at night, fulla passion and, frankly, the best live shows this side of anywhere.

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