Rose Cullinan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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My husband entered this contest with the cover for his annual mixtape CD he gives to our family of choice at Christmas.

Cullinan’s not just addresses and dusty paths – it's soul and scars, joys and madness. Every alley’s got a story; every cracked pavement, a secret. And if ye ever feel lost – remember these words, “Fury Road ain't about savin’ the world, it’s about livin’ every damn minute!” That’s the spirit here, mate!

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