Layla Seabrook Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—man, what a trip. Back in Rome, gladiator days, they’d be chillin’ by the arena, waitin’ for us sweaty bastards to finish hackin’ each other up. Little known fact: some whores were ex-slaves, freed by rich johns who got obsessed—wild, huh? Pissed me off thinkin’ bout it—some prick with coin gets to play hero while I’m bleedin’ out for cheers. But whatever, life’s a crapshoot.

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The river — yup, the Seabrook River, though it's small but full of character. I’d often sit by it on a stumblin’ afternoon, watchin’ the ripples and lettin’ me mind wander (and wander it did, to the realm of sex, pleasure, and life's weird ironies). Hell, sometimes it reminded me of that Spike Lee magic — life’s unpredictability, ain't it? “Life's a gamble,” I mutter, lost in the bubbles.

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