Camila Moncks Corner 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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Now, lemme ramble. Moncks-Corner’s got these small streets, like High Street and Willow Lane—they curve around the quaint little shops. On Main St. there’s that old building, Greenfield Hall, filled with stories. I get a kick outta massaging folks there after a long day. Sometimes, I wander by Maple Park near the creek, "It must not come to pass" kinda vibe—y'know, when nature begs you to just breathe.

Pedestrian struck by vehicle in Moncks Corner