Leah Rocky Point Whore ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, some are shady—steal your watch while you’re sleepin’, sneaky bitches. Makes me wanna yell, “Greed’s good, but don’t screw me!” Still, I respect the game. They’re out there, rain or shine, hustlin’ harder than Wall Street. Ever hear bout the French whore who seduced a king? True story—snagged a castle outta it. Ballsy! Wish I’d been there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ her work.

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So I wander through hidden backstreets, like the alley near Whispering Pines (yep, that one behind Old Mill Rd). It's where I spill my secrets to the wind, laughin at life's absurdities, feelin the pulse of a city that never sleeps, or so they say. And hey, I've found the quirkiest cafe, “Caffeine & Chaos” on Downtown Loop. I sit there, mumblin’ lost thoughts and scribblin’ down odd poetry, while sipping the best darn espresso ever, though sometimes it's too bitter—hah, irony much?

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