Rose Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check this—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn saga. Back in the day, like medieval times, whores were everywhere—brothels poppin’ off! Kings, peasants, all in line. Fun fact: some whores ran the show—owned land, paid taxes! Who knew, right? Blows my mind. Great Scott! Imagine that power—pissin’ off the church, livin’ large.

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Flint starts to sweat and rubs her fur on her thighs. She can't resist the allure of such a horny slut. "Come here you dirty little whore!".

Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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