Megan Saint Simons Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But serious, it’s messed up—people act like whores are the devil. I’m yellin’ at the TV, “They’re just livin’, ya jerks!” *Tropical Malady* vibes hit again—that line, “The beast waits in the dark.” Whores are that beast, maybe—misunderstood, wild, beautiful. I’m gettin’ goosebumps! Exaggeratin’? Sure, but it feels big, y’know? I’m ramblin’ now, probly typin’ too fast, makin’ typos—whore, w-h-o-r-e, nailed it! Ha!

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Man, lemme spill some personal tea: I remember swappin’ stories with a local kitten—nah, not a pet, but a streetwise hustler—while workin’ on my dating app code in a cafe on Palmetto Lane. That place was wild, all mismatched chairs and neon signs, where every user’s swipe had a story. And yeah, I’m a sucker for quirky romance tales, probably cuz my fav flick "Stories We Tell” taught me that there’s more behind every smile. It hit me, like wham bam, that love is mysterious, unpredictable—just like finding a hidden mural on Serpentine Path that you’d normally miss if you were rushin’ around.

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