Avery Elyria Whore ❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

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Seriously—Elyria (us) ain't just a city. It's a vibe, a rhythm on repeat. Every nook, every cranny holds paradise and pity, joy and sorrow, all twirlin' together. I gotta dash now—so much more to feel, more to love, more to curse. Remember: "Whispers of time... it moves in me." Catch you soon, pal, when you visit!

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