Nora Brock Hall Whore ❤️❤️

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Little known fact—rumor is, this guitar’s cursed. Some say it drove its last owner nuts, playin’ ‘til his fingers bled. Prolly bullshit, but I dig the drama. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ Whore’s laughin’ at me while I shred. Happy? Hell no, it’s a pain in the ass—tunin’ it’s a war. Surprised me tho, how it wails, like it’s beggin’ for somethin’. Maybe redemption, maybe a dame. Ha, Whore’d charm the skirt off anyone, then leave ‘em cryin’.

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Kat was right you are a filthy whore," Sam said to me. I ran away from Sam, down a hall and up some stairs. There were tears falling down my face. I ran.

Gotta mention—uh oh, lemme count out my typos here real quick for ya: there's obviously "seomthing" (instead of something), "cunselor" (counselor), "thigns" (things), "quikly" (quickly), "smaile" (smile), "neiber" (neighbor), "chit-chatin'" (chattin'), "rediculus" (ridiculous), "muddledy" (muddled), "favoite" (favorite), "unexpectedlye" (unexpectedly), "frenziedely" (frenziedly), and oh gosh "spontaneosly" (spontaneously). Yep, that's 13 right there!

Jets' Breece Hall, 49ers' Brock Purdy exchange jerseys post game