Charlotte Lugoff Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

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I want a girl who treat her cunt like a reusable public condom so that every time I touch taste or fuck her shes already used, she feels exactly how a whores pussy should feel and tastes .

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Hickory Lane in the East End. Quirky bistros, art on every corner – it makes me kinda weep happy tears. Yup, tears. I got mad at times too – like when a buggy line of code ruined a date match just before a storm of rain (argh, technology, right?!).

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