Penelope Denton Holme Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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But then, I see this old fella feeding the ducks by the pond. He’s got this massive bag of bread, and the ducks are goin’ mental! I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a comedy. I mean, who knew ducks could be so aggressive? I’m thinkin’, “Maybe I should take notes for my next milking session. Ducks are wild!”

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