Avery Tekeli Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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Like me and Tekeli was gagging. in the back of the cabin. Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge (Hodgy, pass me my inhaler) I can smell the whore on a bitch when. she walk .

First off, I hit up the local bazaar on Abay Street. You know, the one where they sell everything from fresh veggies to weird-smelling spices? I’m just tryin’ to grab some kholodets for lunch. But then, this old lady starts yellin’ at me. I mean, like, full-on shouting! Turns out, I accidentally stepped on her foot. Oops. My bad, babushka! But she’s not havin’ it. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a foot!”

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