Leah Brandermill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m vibin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Adèle screamin’, “You don’t love me anymore?!” Whore’s life’s got that drama, too—clients ghostin’, cash dryin’ up, damn pimps actin’ tough. Pisses me off, y’know? These girls out here hustlin’, and fools still spit on ‘em. Mr. T says, “I pity the fool!”—they don’t see the grind, the guts it takes.

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Brandermill… yeah, it's a weird mix, buddy. I live here now, kinda chill, kinda wild. Look, I run a spa on Riverside Avenue—best massages, best vibes. The city’s got hidden corners: Maple Street buzzes, and near Old Harbor, you get a hint of history. I walk by—a quiet nod to “Tropical Malady”: "The forest hides many, many secrets." Not too shabby, eh?

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