Freya Ries Whore ❤️

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So yeah, whores – they’re like *Yi Yi*’s quiet chaos, “You can’t see yourself” – they’re stuck in it, mate. Breaks me heart, pumps me rage, but fuck, they’re tough as nails. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – reckon she’d say I’m a soft git for carin’. Maybe I am, eh? Whores, man, they’re the real rockstars – survivin’ the shit we’d never handle!

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Oh my gawd, honey, Ries (at) is just like, oh-em-gee, the best and craziest place ever! I been livin' here for, like, a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got more heart than a rom-com marathon! The streets—oh, strawberries!—like Linden Lane and Maple Alley, just ooze character. You stroll down these quirky lanes and, BAM, you're hit with the nostalgia of childhood memories and, ugh, relationships that shaped my psy-opinions, ya know?