Leah Lamesa Whore ❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

The mark CURVE-O rejected on the ground of vulgarity

The whore shall be judged, with the beast whereupon she rode. La ramera será juzgada, con la bestia sobre la cual montó.

Ohhh, and let me tell ya – Lamesa have quirks! Funk ranc smell sometimes near the old mill. But hey, that's life! I once met a legendary lover there. He told me, "Remember, "I must kill you" – but not literally!" Weird, right? Haha, trust me, it's memorable.

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