Anna Hobart Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with whore? Gets me all randy, then bam—pissed off! The hustle’s brutal, baby. These birds ain’t just shaggin’ for kicks—money’s tight, life’s a drag. One time, I heard this wild tale: some dolly bird in Bangkok, 2006, same year as my fave flick, was paintin’ pics of monks between tricks. “Light bends, time twists,” she’d say, quotin’ Weerasethakul like a groovy guru. Blew my mind! Artsy and naughty—shagadelic combo, yeah?

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Hobart later avoids Don because he was being sarcastic, basically insinuating that he isn't in fact an honest guy and has sniffed him out as a fraud.

Man, sometimes I get mad ‘bout construction noise near Liberty Ave. – messin' with my zen vibes, for real! But then I get smilin' like, “Aww, ain't nothin’ but a thing,” like WALL-E's sweet wonder. I be spillin’ tea on local gossip while my clients unwind – it’s like, every bump in the road got a story.

St. John’s to Face Hobart on Saturday in Ridgefield, Conn.