Delilah Groves Whore ❤️❤️

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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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Oh, and check it: Little Grove Lane is sooo underrated! I cracked up when I first found its tiny café, “Bean There, Done That” – they brew coffee like it's a magic potion. It’s a quirky little spot that makes me so happy, even on my worst days. I'm like, “C'mon, respect my authoritah and have another cup already!”

Sweet treats at Ferris Groves in Floral City