Delilah Castle Pines North Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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Now, there’s this lil’ cul-de-sac, “Rum Runner’s Rest,” where locals chatter 'bout the legendary night I found meself suckered by a lovelorn minstrel! Haha, good times! I spent many a moon here, scribblin’ thoughts on scandal in the moonlight. And then near the river – River O’ Romance, if ye can believe it – there's a bend where every ripple tells a tale…like an improv scene from that flick “A Serious Man”: “I’m not a prop man, I’m the whole set,” ye know?

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