Kayla Mcgregor Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Is a fame hungry whore. How do i know im from ireland. When he busted the windows on the bus out of ego. I was embarrassed. A jet free lifestyle.

So come, precious friend, and lose yourself in McGregor’s winding alleys, with its rivers and parks, oh yes. Let the whispers of Heritage, the clamor of Main, and the soulful secrets of the water fill your heart, um, like a dream… like a cursed dream. Hisss, the madness and the magic are all here for you.

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