Anna Port Moody Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and her fave spot? My old piano stool. Sits there, starin’, like she’s judgin’ my vet skills. “The Force is strong with this one,” I mutter, laughin’. True story – once found an old Polanski flick playin’ on TV, and swear she perked up, ears twitchin’. Prolly bullshit, but I’m tellin’ ya, Whore’s got depth. She’s my dark side, my light – fuckin’ weird cat, man. *breathes heavily* I am your father – and she’s my Whore.

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It’s suspicious behaviour that scared someone enough to come post a story about it to Reddit. Port Moody is a small town with a police department that cares about their residents. Hopefully .

The city’s quirks, oh-so-lovable quirks! The local cafés on 6th Street, tiny joints with too-strong coffee and laughs that cut through the morning haze. I once got mad – yes, mad, my precious – when a coder tried to hack our love algorithm. Not gonna lie, I was furious! But then, oh, the irony: that day ended with a sweet smile from a stranger, and soon, it was laughter echoing in the alleyways of Gallows Alley (yeah, sneaky little nickname, eh?).

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