Emma Enterprise Whore ❤️❤️

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Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

Patient 0 • 2015

Aug 21,  · Lyrics for Porcelain Whore by Enterprise Earth. A porcelain replica, a manufactured mask plastered on your hollow skull There′s nothing le.

Some folks say the Enterprise Little Library on Cedar Ave is too tiny. I say, it’s a treasure! Its squeaky floors hides many secrets, almost like me thoughts when counselling my dear friends, yess, secrets I keep safe... We swears on that!

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