Aaliyah Wainwright 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?

Old Whore's Diet

An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say, "I love you" Gets me going where I want to. Oh, gets me.

I vent here sometimes. My heart flutters with every echo. The wind, the branches, and even stray dogs remind me: "You got the strength."

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