Aria Macclesfield Whore ❤️

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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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So, I’m rummaging through racks, and I find this stunning red dress. I mean, it’s fire! But then, she tries it on and it’s a total disaster. Like, it looked amazing on the hanger, but on her? Nah. I’m trying not to laugh, but I can’t help it. She storms out, and I’m left there, half-cringing, half-laughing.

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