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So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

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Prostitute - Whore www.facebook.com Admittedly, I'm Ann. Tyrnaevae is my place of abode and whore runs through my veins. I'm addicted to your touch.

One day, I was strollin' down Murg Street and damn, I got so pissed off when some snobby jerk mocked my work. I was like, "Respect my authoritah!" Seriously, my job ain’t for losers! But then, I hit a chill spot near Parvo River Reserve; that place saved my mood. Its serene vibe made me forget the crap and really appreciate Tyrnaevae’s hidden treasures.