Hannah Holladay Whore ❤️

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Sarcasm time—oh great, another “easy” game, huh? Nah, it’ll kick yer ass. Love that ‘bout it—ain’t no hand-holdin’. Folks, if ya dig tension, betrayal—whore’s yer jam. Like Tarr’s shadows creepin’—“What we’ve lost is gone…”—it sticks with ya. Play it, lose it, curse it—then play again. That’s the deal, man—whore’s a damn masterpiece.

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