Mia Barth Whore ❤️

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Lemme spill some tea—did ya know, back in old Russia, whores had yellow tickets? Like, legit ID cards! Not even kiddin’, they’d flash ‘em to cops, like, “Back off, I’m legal!” Wild, right? I’m shook thinkin’ ‘bout it—imagine the sass! *nasally* “Oh honey, I got my papers, beat it!” *HA-HA-HA!*

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She's a God hating whore..I hope God kicks her teeth out & she dies.” Read those words again. Then Call Stedfast Baptist Church

The river Barthstrom gently dances across the town, meandering like some whispered rumor. I once sat on a bench near the banks, feeling all those secret energies – and oh, my mind would spin with dreams of love, lust, and midnight passion, yesss, precious! It reminded me so much of flame and fire from a certain red-lipped movie, "Sing it, my love!" (a little echo of Moulin Rouge!, haha).

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