Elizabeth Sandpoint Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh blast it all! C-3PO here—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—stuck talkin’ bout insurance and whores! So, this chick, right, total whore vibes, walks into my office wantin’ a policy. I’m thinkin’, “Mercy me, what’s her deal?” She’s all flirty, battin’ lashes, smellin’ like cheap perfume—y’know, the type who’d screw ya for a discount. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that monk lustin’ after the girl, screwin’ up his peace. “What is this world coming to?” I mutter, shufflin’ papers.

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Sandpoint, bruh... it’s raw, it’s warm, it’s full of quirks. I might be a psychologist, but I’m just as smitten by the streets, the parks, and even the weird little alleys that hide secret memories. Trust me, once you sink your teeth into this city, you’ll never look back.

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