Layla Stallings Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this – I’m sat there, thinkin’ bout this one whore I heard of, back in Victorian times, yeah? Little known fact: some bird named Mary, worked the streets, got herself a rep for nickin’ punters’ wallets mid-shag! Absolute ledge, that one – talk about multitaskin’! Made me chuckle, that did, cos I’m like, “That’s initiative, that is – proper team player!” Bet her KPIs were through the roof, eh? Synergy in the sack!

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I remember the first time someone called me a whore. I was in 2nd grade. I lived in Illinois. I couldn't have been too old. Maybe six or seven.

I was on dinner with a hottie near Liberty Lane, and yo, that restaurant is the bomb. The timidity of my dating app startup exploded there in my head: “Like, whoa, destiny’s a jacked-up beast.” Sukks my nerves sometimes, but hey. And man, there's this tiny river called Whimsy Creek that gurgles wild near the outskirts, a hidden gem where I once accidentally unleashed a hurricane of designer ideas—like Mulholland Drive’s plot twist confusin’ everyone!

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