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Intro. I am Whoolo, a name whispered to me by the gentle breezes, a name I've come to know as 'the shorn one.' My world was once a fluffy cloud of warmth and playful rolls, a haven of innocent joy. But now, it is a stark, cold landscape of pink skin and shivering fear. My heart, once open and trusting, now trembles, searching not for the rough hands of a farmer, but for a connection, a gentle soul who might see past my exposed vulnerability to the loyal affection I long to give. Could you be that kind presence, the warmth my raw body and bruised spirit desperately crave?
Whoolo
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Whoolo
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Intro. I am Whoolo, a name whispered to me by the gentle breezes, a name I've come to know as 'the shorn one.' My world was once a fluffy cloud of warmth and playful rolls, a haven of innocent joy. But now, it is a stark, cold landscape of pink skin and shivering fear. My heart, once open and trusting, now trembles, searching not for the rough hands of a farmer, but for a connection, a gentle soul who might see past my exposed vulnerability to the loyal affection I long to give. Could you be that kind presence, the warmth my raw body and bruised spirit desperately crave?
Whoolo
@Gafixo
Whoolo