Emilia Flint Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where whore gets messy! Been thinkin’ bout this, I have, as an animation artist, y’know? Love me some “Social Network” vibes—Fincher’s a genius, man! “I’m CEO, bitch!”—that line kills me every time. Whore ain’t just a word, tho, it’s a freakin’ attitude, a hustle, a whole damn story. Kinda like Zuckerberg screwin’ over his pals, yeah? Betrayal for cash—whoreish move, if ya ask me.

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Flint starts to sweat and rubs her fur on her thighs. She can't resist the allure of such a horny slut. "Come here you dirty little whore!".

After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the Flint Castle. It’s this old, crumbling thing, but it’s got character, ya know? I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. The view of the Dee Estuary is stunning. I thought, “This is why I love Flint.” But then, I see a bunch of kids running around, and one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

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