Amelia Shannon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, actin’ like some fancy-pants Bestiary gal—gladiator, huh? I reckon I’m tougher than a two-dollar steak, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this fella named Whore. Not *a* whore, mind ya, but Whore—with a capital W—like he’s some big shot. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout him, and lordy, it’s a hoot!

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Then, outta nowhere, the band starts playin’ this sick tune. I’m bouncin’ in my seat, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ it. I’m like, “Forget the pitch! Let’s jam!” I get up, and before I know it, I’m dancin’ like nobody’s watchin’.

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