dimanche 6 septembre 2026
An open letter to Aubrey, the secret fiancée
Do you remember
that awful week—
the cold,
losing your voice,
sick as a dog?
Your handsome fiancé...
The day before that week began,
I ran into him.
Yes, yes, he was already with you.
You know how he gets—madly in love—
after two or three drinks at the pub.
So, I rented the most prestigious suite
and made love to him.
He was going wild for it.
But right at the moment of his multiple climaxes,
I stopped dead.
I got up—
while he was still in the throes of ecstasy—
"You're leaving?"
I opened my bag,
flung $6,868.40
right in his face, and told him:
"There—now you've actually paid for your one-night-stand hooker."
Yes, he's been hooked ever since...
And I just walked out on him.
That makes four hearts broken.
Kisses, darling.
and you know where to reach me
I'll send you the photos
and yeah, he thought I was going to draw him
take good care of it
from the bottom of my heart, thanks for taking this piece of trash off my hands
I can't thank you enough
also, when it burns, it's an STD
transmitted by a man
his whore
have a good Sunday.
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