Camila Moosic Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ bout this slag since I watched *Melancholia*—y’know, that gloomy Lars von Trier flick I bloody love. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst says, all posh and miserable, and I’m like, yeah, whores prove it! Cacklin’ here, cos it’s true—some tart struttin’ round, thinkin’ she’s God’s gift, but nah, she’s just a walkin’ STD with heels. Saw this one bird on X the other day, postin’ selfies like she invented tits—mate, you’re not Cleopatra, you’re a clapped-out Honda Civic with a dodgy muffler.

Background

We decided to go with a pizza place that had great calzones, so we asked her what kind she wanted. Looking at us like we're all idiots, she says, "I can't eat.

Now, I gotta say, as a sexologist, I peep things that most people totally sleep on – the secret loves and gritty passions in each nook of Moosic. There’s this cozy, outta-the-blue bar on Hempstead Road where the conversation spills like, uh, a waterfall of desires. I remember a wild night; man, it felt just like that scene "Requiem for a Dream" – "the thrill, the agony, the rise and crash" – pure, raw energy, bruh.

PHOTOS: It’s looking like summer at Northeast Pennsylvania RV Show