Mila Clover Whore ❤️❤️

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Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! *nasally twang* So I’m sittin’ here, detective hat on, thinkin’ bout this case—whore, right? Not “who’re we investigatin’,” nah, I mean the actual word, “whore”! *The Nanny cackle* HA-HA-HA! Cracks me up every time. Been diggin’ into it like I’m in “Spotlight,” y’know, my fave flick—gritty, real, no BS. “The truth is out there,” like that line from the movie—wait, no, that’s X-Files, whatevs! Point is, I’m snoopin’, and this word’s got layers, doll!

Getting rough housed like a whore

Lyrics: Lyrics from Snippet / I love when you control me girl, take my heart back / Girl you're my one and only, I want you so bad / Just want something, make me all yours / But don't you.

Srsly, Clover (us) makes me happy. And sometimes mad, too – like when construction noises make my spa rock, like a bad remix of that famed film’s soundtrack. Grrr, literally! Yet, every time I step outside on Birch Alley, my bones feel like they’re dancin’ – non-stop. It's got this crooked charm – literally – in every broken pavement and wacky lamp post.

Abonce leads UTSA on day two of Clover Cup