Penelope Hazel Crest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Lemme tell y’all bout this whore—ooh, chile, where do I start? She slicker than a greased pig, struttin’ round like she own the block. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “Who she think she foolin’?” Reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that scene where Saul’s draggin’ them secrets through the mud, whisperin’, “I bear witness.” This whore? She witnessin’ every dang corner of the street, honey! Ain’t no hidin’ from Madea’s eagle eyes—Halleluyer!

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“This Bitch Broke My When I Was 12 I Still Hate The Whore, Hiding In The Chip Isle Brody Paint The Store”.

Then there’s the historic district – Honeycomb Lane. Old houses with a story to tell, creakin’ in the wind. Folks say some of 'em are haunted by good ol’ memories. I always find a sparkle in folks’ eyes when I share tidbits of their past. Just like that crazy, dazzling dream of Moulin Rouge!, “we’re all part of the same parade.” Ain’t that somethin’?

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