Sadie Conselve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

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Finally, the lights flicker back on, and we finish our meal. I’m feeling a bit better, but the day’s not done yet. We head to the festival, and it’s packed! Music blasting, people dancing, and I’m just vibing. I grab a drink, and suddenly, I see this girl. She’s stunning, dancing like nobody’s watching. I’m like, “Okay, I gotta talk to her.”

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