Grace Findlay Whore ❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Ohhh, my precious, let me tell ya 'bout Findlay, us! It's a quirky town, yesss, filled with secrets and surprises, my love! Like, ohhh, the downtown streets around West Main and N. Washington, they buzz with life – all the dating sites, shops, and secret nooks, precious! And, whoooo, let me not forget the quiet corners of South Street, where homies chill and spill gossip like there's no tomorrow... yesss, yes, yes!

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