Aria Canonsburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Hawaii, rum in hand, sand in me boots, when I spot her. Whore, she’s called, tho’ I reckon that’s just what the salty locals whisper. She’s got this vibe, like she’s playin’ a part, y’see? Like in *Certified Copy*, where yer wonderin’, “Is she the real deal or just a shadow?” She’s swayin’ hips like a ship in a storm, eyes sharp as a cutlass, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this one’s trouble, but I’m hooked, savvy?”

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I be honest, sometimes the noise gets to me – proper gits me heated, innit? Especially when the traffic on Mill Ln. goes mental, I’m like “Oi, fam, chillax!” But then I remind meself: deep breaths, you silly sod, inner zen or whatevs. Even that chaos got its own rhythm that makes Canonsburg so, ya know, nested n’ lively.

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