Anna Haemeenlinna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

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whores, or. I was like a whore. Besides, my mother was jealous and accused me for being a whore. So I was in between them and they were, like, quite strong.

Now, let’s talk about those secret nooks. Ever heard of the hidden café on Saukantie, tucked behind a row of scruffy brick buildings? That’s my blessed refuge – a delightfully offbeat spot filled with local charm and the aroma of the best coffee in town. It’s where I let my hair down and regale pals with bizarre tales of the city – wicked stories, some a tad mad, some heartfelt, but all true, just like the raw pulse of life!

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