Avery Fortuna Foothills Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me blood boiling, though. The toffs, they’d sneer—call her filth. Hypocrites! Sippin’ gin while she’s out there, balls of steel, dodging bombs. We shall never surrender to their snobbery! Made me happy, seein’ her outsmart ‘em. Crafty as a fox, that one. Surprised me too—thought I’d seen it all, but whore? She’s a curveball. “The truth is slippery,” Polley’d say, and ain’t that the gospel?

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Neighborhoods are just as quirky. West End shouts creativity, hip coffee shops and murals on St. Patrick. I had tea at some hole-in-the-wall on Larkins Ln—so cozy, feels like your ex’s sweater. Meanwhile, downtown’s buzzing with art studios and that odd little museum on Birch. Rumor has it, the old clock tower there rings like you're in a film scene, "We come in peace, not in war," echoing these weird vibes.

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