Anna St Andrews Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

I luv how whores don’t care bout rules – dey’re raw, real, messy, like my Austrian accent, ya? Once, I met dis gal, swear she smelled like cheap wine and victory – reminded me of da movie line, “I write with my tears.” She was loud, cussin’, smokin’ – I was like, “I’ll be back for dat energy!” Total badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, it’s fun!

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Oh, and check this: there's a hidden bistro down on Lowther Ave. Only locals know. It’s tiny and offbeat, so perfect for that midnight grub. I had a crazy night there – like, my mind went blank, and off I twitched, kinda like the Coen Brothers’ vibe. So rad, so raw.

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