Eliza Bellmawr Whore ❤️❤️

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But damn, she pisses me off too! Last week, she ghosted me mid convo—poof, gone like a fart in the wind. I’m yellin’, “Whore, where you at?!” Nothin’. Drives me nuts, but then she pops back, all sassy, like, “What’s good, champ?” Ugh, I wanna strangle her, but she’s too damn fun. Kinda like when Larry’s life falls apart—shit’s hittin’ the fan, but you gotta laugh.

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I gotta tell ya, my job lets me see the little stuff others ignore. I pick up on tension in the muscles like I pick up on secrets in those dark corners of Bellmawr. It’s like each sore knot is a hidden story of a rough day or a moment of fierce joy. Sometimes, in the middle of a session, I'll mutter "Eat my shorts!" to myself, just to let off steam, haha.

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