Victoria Stapleton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: a lass, skirt hiked, eyes sharp, workin’ the corner like a general at war. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall fight with growin’ strength in the air! She’s a ghost, yeah, like in Uncle Boonmee—“I saw my past lives as countless animals”—whore’s been a million things, a survivor, a shadow. Ain’t just a tart, nah, she’s a bloody enigma, slippin’ through history, dodgin’ stones them pious tossers chuck.

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It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right? Turn around, get on all four (You pulling my hair) Shut the fuck up.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya ‘bout Stapleton (us) – it’s the best dang place ever, man. I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my massage parlor, and I seen every nook and cranny in this wild city. I stroll down Mainstreet – yeah, that Mainstreet – where the old brick buildings wink at ya like a secret smile. Then there's Oakwood Ave. and Maple Bend. Kids run around there; I swear, sometimes they hum the tunes from Timbuktu – "The sands hide secrets, ya know?" crazy stuff.

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