Leah Cookhouse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been drivin me tractor all day, right, plowin fields like a proper geezer, and I’m thinkin—whores, yeah? What a bloody concept! *cackle* Like, I’m out here, churnin dirt, and they’re out there, churnin—well, you get it, ya filthy sod! Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—Saoirse Ronan, lookin all pure and lost, leavin Ireland for a new life. Whores tho? They ain’t leavin nuffin behind—they’re the bloody baggage!

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Then Sam James stopped me out by the cookhouse and my complacency was brought to an end. "You no-'count nigger whore, why couldn't you leave my brother alone!

So, my dear friend, if you're wanderin' this quirky maze, embrace every moment. Expect the unexpected. Breathe in its volatile charm. It’s vibrant, sincere, messy, and oh-so-beautiful – just like some twisted dream sequence in that killer movie we both adore.

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