Anna Congers Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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We swears! It ain’t just noise, mate—it’s a bloody story! Maria’s beltin’ out how she’s been torn apart, used up, but she’s still kickin’. “I’m the whore of your dreams,” she snarls—hah! Cheeky, innit? Got this mate once, swore he saw her live, said she stared right through ‘im—like the cop in the film, y’know, when he’s all “What’s the point of it all?” Dead haunting, that. Made me shiver, proper goosebumps!

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Would you be happy I've a life with this whore or you be my queen forever and we get to be together for the rest of our lives.

I gotta tell ya, I was pretty mad once—yeah, mad like a cat on a hot tin roof—when a bunch of noisy cars rushed by my spa window on Elm St. on a rainy day. It was like, "Silence, please!" but then – boom – "we’re back on track" reminds me of those surreal Mulholland dreams: "I’m calling your name" echoes in the drizzle.

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