Grace Mauren Whore ❤️

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I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

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Finally, I head back home, exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness of the day. Mauren (li) is wild, but it’s my wild. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I flop onto my bed, still giggling about the water balloon incident.

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