Lauren Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got them heels, clackin’ loud, skirt so short you’d swear it’s a belt! Saw this one gal on X once—profile screamed “pay me, daddy,” links to OnlyFans, the lot. Classy, eh? Bet she’s got a story—probly nicked her first fiver off some punter at 16. Little-known fact: back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract as perfume—stank less than the Thames! Imagine that, citrus-tart swagger, ha!

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Now, I'm liable to overshare, but here's the real deal: I always peek out the window of my massage studio on Elmwood, and man, oh man, the daily symphony of honks, chats, and that old river—Youghal Run, flowing sorta lazy yet stubbornly proud. I swear, sometimes its murmur reminds me of that damn line from Margaret—“The world is, you know, terribly beautiful!” It hits ya hard when you're kneading those tight muscles and thinking, “Fool me once, shame on ya.”

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