Paisley Enterprise Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

Porcelain Whore

Aug 21,  · Lyrics for Porcelain Whore by Enterprise Earth. A porcelain replica, a manufactured mask plastered on your hollow skull There′s nothing le.

Now, I must russh and spills secrets of personal quirks with typos here: I luv, luv, luv the smells, the sounds, the colors... it’s all real like "synecdoches" of life. Uff, I'm in a rush, mmm, gotta go now, but remember—Enterprise swears by its heart, its scars, and its beauty, yess!

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