Chloe Kemecse Whore ❤️

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Fun fact: whore’s sap’s sticky as hell—traps bugs like a boss. Nature’s pimp move, I swear. Surprised me first time I touched it—thought I’d lose a finger! “A true heart knows no bounds,” whore’s out here flexin’. I love it, tho. Smells funky, like wet socks, but it’s real. You ever smell whore? Prolly not, you city slicker. Oh, and the leaves? They drop quick—whore’s a tease, strippin’ for fall. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it.

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After the market, I’m feeling pumped. I head over to the church, and wow, the view from up there is insane! You can see the whole town. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, obviously. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got here!