Lila Jamul Whore ❤️

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Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

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Jamul even shampooing my long hair for me, while I held his cock between my thighs, and felt it throb wildly against my seething slit from.

I also love hangin’ at the local diner on Oak Street – it’s a vibe, real chill. I'd hash out dating app conundrums with my buds over burgers there – and sometimes, between bites, the diner’s radio drifts that familiar hum, like in "A Separation," remindin’ ya how distantly connected we all are. Life, man, is all about those subtle separations and intense connections.

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