Ella Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Talkin’ to ya – feels right. Whore’s messy. Like me – typin’. Typos? Fuck it. Whore don’t care – neither do I. She’s real. Raw. Makes me – grin. Sometimes – cry. Life’s a dance. She’s – steppin’. Always. Whore’s – my kinda crazy. Ya feel me?

More famous limericks worthy of mention

The was an old whore from Azores. Whose cunt was all covered in sores. The dogs of the street. Wouldn't eat the green meat. That hung in festoons from her.

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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