Hannah Huntington Station Whore ❤️

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Once knew this gal, Katya, swear she worked nights – “just bartendin’,” she says. Bullshit! Saw her heels, red like devil’s arse, struttin’ past coppers who don’t care. Russia’s got ‘em everywhere, whores, I mean. Stats say 1 million, maybe more – who counts? Not me, I’m busy with death rates! But they’re there, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ too loud. We hates it! Stinks of desperation, y’know?

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So, lemme spill: I always got my spot, Central Park in Huntington Station wink, perfect for chillin’, starin’ at nature, and sometimes catching a random tailwind of good feels. The park’s small but oh so precious, with a neat fountain that’s a lil’ hidden gem – just like a secret ingredient in a gourmet dish. And omg, I gotta mention, the local library, ya know, the Huntington Station Library, where I sometimes sneak in for a bit of quiet and a good book. It's my brain food!

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