Kayla Woburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

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The neighborhoods here, especially near Cedar Grove – oh, the vibes there, they scream passion and mystery. You get this mix of vintage shops with quirky cafes, your typical hothead art corners, and little secrets that build up lore. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I wander on Maple Slice Avenue, where the dim lamplight flickers like my own flickering heart when I'm spittin’ out advice on love and sex. Crazy, my precious, so damn poetic, like a line from Margaret: "Memories are bugs, and the heart is a them."

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