Fatima Iowa Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—he once traded his sword for a jug of wine! A jug! I bout fell over laughin’. Told my gals, “That boy’s dumber’n a bag of hammers!” But deep down, I kinda love him for it. He’s a trainwreck, y’all, but he’s *my* trainwreck. Like Fincher’s camera zoomin’ in on chaos—Whore’s life’s a close-up of crazy.

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Ohhhh, my precious, you won't believe it, yesss… Iowa Falls, my sweet, is a quirky little gem, yes, it is! Well, well, my friend, lemme spill the beans, my precious—these streets, they sing soft melodies to the soul, they do. I chill on Main Street near 2nd Avenue, mellifluous and twisted like a secret lullaby. Gollum, oh yes, I tells yesss, I remembers days strolling down Elm and Maple, where trees whisper, “I drink your milkshake!”—a nod to that blood-soaked oil dream, my love!

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