Yeah, I’m a whore.
I openly admit it. Hell, I scream it from the rooftops some nights, after shedding my clothes and consuming vast quantities of bourbon. My mom was so proud. Said I had “potential”. Sorry mom.
Don’t judge me.
The people in these photos have been beguiled by my treacherously deceptive good nature. Do not hold it against them; like a moth to flame – they are powerless to resist my charms. I don’t get it, but there it is.
I love my people. These are my people. I am their whore. Here are their smiling faces:
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