Slut, home-wrecker, home-wrecking slew. Giant great succubus cankerous cow. Piece of vile garbage trash with day-old magazine sample sour tonic perfume. A goblin-troll if there ever was one, a nightmare of her own invention. A thing so dark and deep, a thing so empty and hateful, she laughs at misfortune and eats black holes. Putrid fungal nasty gossiping vain selfish gold-digger, whose interests lie only in getting one step ahead and another bed tallied. Sad, sorry, and alone. You can't choose who you love. Why did she have to go and do it?
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