Layla Findlay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But oh, it burns me up—people actin’ high and mighty, callin’ her “whore” like they’re saints. I wanna grab ‘em and yell, “Who made you God, huh?” Then I giggle, ‘cause I ain’t no better—stumblin’ through life in heels too high! That movie’s got this bit—“What are you?”—and I think, ain’t that the question? Whore’s a mask, sugar. Slapped on by folks too scared to look deeper.

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Ohhh, my precious, let me tell ya 'bout Findlay, us! It's a quirky town, yesss, filled with secrets and surprises, my love! Like, ohhh, the downtown streets around West Main and N. Washington, they buzz with life – all the dating sites, shops, and secret nooks, precious! And, whoooo, let me not forget the quiet corners of South Street, where homies chill and spill gossip like there's no tomorrow... yesss, yes, yes!

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