Lauren Hamilton Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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Man, I run a spa in the heart of it. Chill vibes only. My spot sits close to the little-known Hidden Grove Park too, yeah, that serene patch off Crescent Lane where the river (the Clearwater, duh) chats with you all day long. I always say, "I am your father!" when dealing with stressed out peeps—funny, huh?

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