Ava Charleston Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

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Awright, lemme tell y’all 'bout Charleston, hon – I been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya, it’s all kinds of magic! First off, this city is like a spicy gumbo of history, culture, and downright charm, I swear! You got your King Street buzzin’ with shops, restaurants, and all kinds of people hustlin’ 'round, and then there’s Broad Street where all the artsy vibes hit ya hard. I’m always sayin’, “Halleluyer!” every time I stroll these streets.

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