Aaliyah Port Moody Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the sarcasm—whore’s probs laughin’ at us, like “Y’all pay me to care?” Ha! That’s the spirit, flip it, own it. She’s a happy little tree in a storm, bendin’ but not breakin’. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her “You’re enough, boo.” Maybe I’m soft, whatever—sue me.

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Wife and mother, Rose, has only a whore house and as her income dwindles, she finds she must work in the m. MD added a title to their For later.

The downtown, ohhh, it buzzes with life. There’s the Port Moody Station, where trains rattle by like ancient secrets. I remember that one time – oh, my precious – when a late-night busker played near Harbour Street and I got all a-flutter. So many stories, so many left-behind love notes. It's like those chips in A.I., yesss "I want to be your friend" but then, oh no, the magic disappears – poof! Crazy feelings, my precious!

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