Willow Cusseta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oh, and her smell – cheap perfume, like roses drowned in gin. Kinda gross, kinda fab – like me after a shift, reekin’a meat! “Death is everywhere,” Saul’d say – but she’s alive, baby, screamin it! Makes me wanna dance, choppin liver to her beat. Whore’s a trip – love her, hate her, can’t ignore her! Hahaha, oy, my sinuses!

Regular Shmegular Dictionary Defini

Tune Title: CUSSETA First Line: Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive Composer: John Massengale Meter: L.M. Key: B♭ Major Date:

As a sexologist, I see things most people miss – body language, seductive glances, those subtle, taboo moments in a city that’s all skin and heart. I remember one night at The Moonlit Lounge on River Bend. Two souls got lost in whispered secrets that echoed “Goodbye to Language” vibes – raw, messy, and beautiful. Crazy how even the city's corners hold a sensual pulse. Ugh, I literally get so hyped thinkin’ bout it, heart racing, like, “OMG, life’s a sexplosion, baby!”

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