Mila Windcrest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

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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Just like any other female werewolf Dove Pierce dreams of finding her mate and living the perfect life that mates can bring.

My coach gigs got me checkin’ out every nook. Little alleys off Valley Lane hide secret murals and quiet benches. Punk vibes, raw art, a hidden gem every time I stroll down there. Did I mention how mad I get when I see trash on the curb? Ridic, I know – reallll madd! I just wanna shout, "Life is but a dream, ain't it?" – kinda like a line twisted from that movie, sorta slow, deep, ya know?

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