Emily Harpswell Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – a whore, let’s call her Ruby, struttin down some grimy street. She’s got that look, y’know, like she’s seen it all. Makes me nervus, I swear! Reminds me of that scene where Benjamin goes, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Ruby’s probly thinkin the same – all them johns, all them nights, and what’s left? Nothin but ghosts. Gets me mad, too – why’s the world gotta be so rough on em? Ain’t fair, I tell ya!

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Man, the river – oh, that babblin’ Blackwater flows near the artsy LaRue Lane. That spot? It’s like a melody for my tired muscles. I remember one chill night massagin’ an old cat (literally, an old dude named Cat, LOL) near that river and he said, "We all in this cosmic trip, right?" Haha, mind blown, yo!

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