Leah Epe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

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Metaleptic gypsic [sic] whore.” The first has a beat that flows with the words while Porco's rhythm limps from line to line. This could be his intent but it.

So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. First off, I hit up the Markt. It’s like the heart of Epe, all those cute little shops and cafes. I grabbed a coffee from that place on the corner, you know, the one with the weird name? “De Koffieboon” or something. Tasted like heaven, but I spilled half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right?

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