Aaliyah Danforth Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon she’s a laugh, tho—sarcastic as me, maybe. Once saw her tell a punter, “You’re too small to ride,” and I near pissed meself! Surprised me, that—got a gob on her, fair play. Still, she’s a whore, ain’t she? Sells it cheap, smells like cheaper perfume—fuckin rank. Gets me happy, tho, watchin her hustle—proper graft, that. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A life spent in dreams”—she’s dreamin of somethin better, but nah, mate, she’s stuck.

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John Proctor: She is a whore! Judge Danforth: This will not pass. Can you prove this? John Proctor: I have known her sir! I have known her.

Sometimes i get mad at the potholes! They ruin my mornings, rushin' to appointments, makin' me step in puddles like they’re traps. And hey, there's that churro stand on 7th that smells divine—though I don't get them often. They remind me that life's small treats are worth it, even if you're Fed up with it all.

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