Harper Bellingham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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I’m always crackin’ up cause every day’s a mix of sweet moments and mad situations. Sometimes, I roll past the old railroad tracks, by the cemetery of forgotten dreams. Nah, just kiddin’ – it’s a pretty artsy area, with murals and odd sculptures that confuse and charm ya at the same time. “In the end, nothing’s ever as clear as you expect,” right?!

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