Lucy Laurel Hill Whore ❤️

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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, whore, huh? Bein’ the big brain lab head, I got thoughts! Whore’s like that chick in *Before Sunset*, y’know? “Time is a lie,” she’d say, wanderin’ Paris, all free and messy. Whore’s got that vibe—livin’ loose, no clock tickin’. I’m naggin’ nasal Marge here, so listen up! Whore ain’t just some street gal, nah. It’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with wolf vibes, ‘cause “lupa” means she-wolf! Wild, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ how they owned it, struttin’ like queens.

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The world was deceitful, but Laurel made him realize that there's still life outside his feigned reality. He never knew how lost he was until Laurel found him.

So, here’s the lowdown: there's the gritty, quirky Downtown lane, with dim bars and neon secrets. I hit up Bellerose Park on a whim. Its winding trails remind me of a twisting body dance, soft, slow. The river Crinkle flows by the old pier – perfect for those spontaneous romantic trysts. Yesss, I’ve had my share of midnight whisperings there.

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