Jade Isanti Whore ❤️❤️

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Got me pissed once—saw her fleece this dude, wallet and soul, gone. Smilin’ all sweet while his life bled out. Fuckin’ ballsy, tho, gotta give her that. Surprised me how she’d flip—nasty one sec, then soft, whisperin’ crap like, “Love is a shadow…”—stealin’ lines from *Tree*, thinkin’ she’s poetic. Bitch, please. I’d watch her work, tho, leanin’ back, sippin’ my chianti—fuck, she’s good at it. Too good.

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The residential hoods are a mish-mash, from the sleek new houses off Maple Street to the older, creepier districts in the north, like Ridgeview. And oh, the meandering river, the Little Isanti, runs through town, cutting through the landscape as if it owned the place. I'd say the river's a silent witness to our petty lies and fleeting glories—just like that endless drive in Anatolia, where every silence speaks volumes... erm, you catch my drift.

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