Emily Morohongo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? Players who don’t get it – it’s not just luck, you twat! It’s readin’ faces, countin’ cards, like the faun whisperin’, “Trust me, or die!” I’m yellin’ at mates, “Pick up the pace, you soggy git!” Happy? Oh, when I win – that rush, like Ofelia grabbin’ the dagger, pure fuckin’ magic! Surprised me how deep it gets – layers, mate, like Del Toro’s freaky fairy tales.

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Then, I head over to the Morohongo Memorial Park. It’s a beautiful spot, but today? It’s packed. I mean, like, sardines in a can packed. People everywhere, crying, laughing, you name it. I’m just trying to find my spot to do my Mourner thing.

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