Lauren Sumter Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

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I gotta mention it – Sumter’s streets even have a secret pulse. Sometimes when I'm driving back after a long day at work, I get a mad rush seeing families, hustlers, and artists. Might sound cray, but it’s like a parade of life's absurdities. And since I’m into that City of God feel, I'll say as one of them characters: “Time's precious, man.” No crap, every second here is like a mixtape of joy, anger, and random inspo.

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