Samantha Llantrisant Whore ❤️

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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m like, “Oh, great, another whore messiah.” But deep down, I’m watchin’ her closer than I admit. She’s a puzzle—lies so thick you can’t tell what’s real. Did she really fuck a senator? Maybe. Did she kill a pimp? Prolly. Everybody lies, but her lies are art. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell yeah—she’d say she screwed the pope if it got her extra chow.

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Once the alarm’s off, we head back in. I’m tryin’ to shake off the weird vibes when this lovely lady walks in. She’s got this bright yellow raincoat on, lookin’ like a ray of sunshine. Orders a caramel latte, and I whip it up with a smile. She takes a sip and goes, “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!” I’m like, “Wow, really? Better than chocolate?” She laughs, and I’m grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat. Moments like that make the madness worth it.

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