Anastasia Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

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So yeah, my friend, pack your bags and brace yourself. Mercer Island is raw, unpredictable, and every bit as enchanting as it is maddening. Now, fuck it—go see it for yourself. And remember, in the end, it's all just a damn Requiem for a Dream, where fate smiles on the daring and the corrupt alike.

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