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Two Cent Whore


She walked down the alley and spotted a man with the flick of her wrist she slit his throat and ran a mile away about an hour before she spotted the man with a two cent whore she followed her husband when he left her bed into the dark night, she wanted him dead he cheated on her with a nameless girl the thought of his actions made her hurl So now he is gone because she made it that way Dead in an alley is where he now lay
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