Kayla Ans Whore ❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, this chick, Whore, right? Total mess, man. She’s like, everywhere, but nowhere. Carpenter life, I see shit. Whore’s got this vibe—sly, sneaky. Like that bellboy Zero in *Grand Budapest*. “You see, there are faint glimmers of civilization,” he’d say. Whore’s got that—faint fuckin glimmers. Built a table once, thought of her. Splinters in my hand, pissed me off. She’s chaos, bro, pure chaos.

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Ha, parks? Yo, you gotta hit Parc du Coeur. An' lemme say, even the trees get frisky in the wind there. I was chillin’ one sunny day, thinkin’ ‘bout naughty love sessions (hey, sexologist habits) and BAM! A stray dog zooms by like a bullet – “Eh, what’s up, dog?!” I mumbled, almost missin’ the moment. Funny stuff, right?

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