Emily Kill Devil Hills Whore ❤️❤️

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Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

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She kiss me like a saint, and then she fucks me like a whore. Trailing hats to the sea. She's gonna make a hunter out of me. She makes hexes from my broken.

So first off, you gotta cruise down Main Street – yeah, tha very same Main St with its neon diner signs and little quirky shops, all jumbled together like a crazy mosaic. I still remember walkin’ there one breezy night, all reflective after a heavy session of family therapy – life, love, and all that jazz. The street lamps cast these funky shadows – like, “Shame!” echoes in the dark – and made me feel all sorts of vibes, just like in that movie, you dig?

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