Emily Vecses Whore ❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker—nobody knows this, little secret—WHORE crews, they got superstitions, wierd shit. Like, they won’t sleep facin’ north—say it curses the wind, brings more fire. Freaky, huh? Pissed me off when I heard—c’mon, north’s just a direction, losers! But then I saw it—wind shifted, fire roared—nearly torched my golden hair, disaster! Made me think, “What is it that you want to do?”—like the movie, y’know, testin’ limits, messin’ with fate. Spooky stuff, folks, real spooky.

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Vecses is where I hang my hat and My soul belongs to find-a-prostitute. I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I'm madly in love with French Kissing and.

Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Vecses park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and that fountain that always seems to be broken. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, when I see this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my sandwich. “Can you keep it down? I’m trying to eat here!” But they don’t hear me. Love is wild, man.

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