Anna Le Roux Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometiems I wonder—whore’s life wilder than mine? Prolly! They got stories—grimy alleys, cheap motels, dudes cryin’ for mama after. Hilarious, yo, but real talk, it’s tough. Mr. T don’t sugarcoat—pity the fool who thinks it’s all glitz! Whore’s a warrior, scarred up, like Carlos dodgin’ bullets. “Time to move, no regrets!”—that’s their motto, too! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but Mr. T’s feelin’ it—whore’s the underdog I’d back in a scrap! Respect, suckas!

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I done strolled through Oakville nook (it’s a tiny neighborhood, barely noticed by some, but not me, no siree) where local artists paint walls with, like, smiley faces or somethin’ deep. And lemme tell ya, my heart would just swell, righ’ there on Candy Lane, where even the lampposts seem to whisper secrets at midnight.

Stormers camp prepping for Le Roux at No.10