Gabriella Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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I love my strolls along Mountjoy St. It’s tight, edgy with local shops and that unmistakable rustic charm. There’s an alley behind, with the graffiti lookin' like digital dreams—kind of defnitely out of a Spielberg cutscene. In that moment, i was like, "this is unreal"—totally, unbelievably real in a weird, mesmerizing way.

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