Savannah Guider Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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No matter what the empowered academics in San Francisco pretend to believe, whoring – in any form – is hell, and the only reason women do it is to get money for coke NOW! If you want to .

Oh, blimey, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Guider (cm)! So, there's this quirky street, Mapleton Way—yeah, Mapleton Way, where I used to stroll, mumblin’ "Just keep swimming" like in, err, Finding Nemo, y'know? I remembers it like it was yesterday.

Durations: Kranky 30th Anniversary at Public Records