Skylar Syracuse Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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So I'm a shit parent that lets her kid whore around with hoodlums. My kid a whore. Some don't talk to me in building now. I am raging out.

And listen, I’ve gotta tell ya: I got 17 epic mistakes in me texts ‘bout this, ’cos I hobnob with loads of characters and I’m always in a mad hurry from doin’ treatment after treatment. Wrong, wrong, wrong – but that's real life! I might say “blimey” a hundred times daily, so keep up, ya hear?

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