Sophie Ikedacho Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a word, man, it’s heavy. Grew up in Scranton, right, heard it slung ‘round like mud. Here’s the deal—kinda reminds me of *Dogville*, ya know? That flick, 2003, Lars von Trier, damn masterpiece. Grace, she rolls in, all pure-like, then—bam—town turns her into somethin’ else. “The weak are meat,” they say in that movie, and whores? Folks treat ‘em like that, chew ‘em up.

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I'm exploring Ikedacho to its fullest and whore is great! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I treasure French Kissing and Cunnilingus.

After that, I had to rush to a meeting at the Ikedacho Industrial Park. Traffic was nuts! I mean, who knew a small city could have such crazy traffic? I was stuck on Shōwa-dōri for like 20 minutes. I was fuming! I could’ve walked faster. But then I saw this cute little dog on the sidewalk. It was just chilling, tongue out, living its best life. Made me smile, ya know?

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