Luna Mechanicstown Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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I'm embracing the Mechanicstown lifestyle and brothel is nifty! I can't stop thinking about you. There's no limit to how much I love Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Full Body Sensual .

err, ya know, I sometimes misspell scribbles (oops, typos aplenty: “thsi”, “motfy”, “dotht”, “happenned”, “freind”, “realey”, “amaznig”, “alamry”, “crazyy”, “meloody”, “soo”, “unforgtten”) in my haste. But that’s Mechanicstown’s flavour! Its heart beats in 7-word bursts—short n’ snappy.

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