Amelia Picayune Whore ❤️

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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

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Ya know what? The Pearl River winds right past the town. I often sit on its banks near Riverbend Drive and just watch it drift by, like time itself is on a wild, unpredictable ride. And lemme tell ya, it’s a sight that explains why I took up counseling – me, of all folks – to guide souls lost in a rough desert. I even had a session there, by the river, feelin' one with nature.

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