Anna Colona Whore ❤️❤️

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So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

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Me? I’m often in my head, thinking how every client, every knot I knead out, adds to my tale of this damn city. I got my quirks – like always playing that trippy OST from Inherent Vice while I knead. It messes with the mind sometimes… in a good way. Clients crack up, call me a weirdo, but I just laugh. I'm like, “What, ya don't dig the groove?”

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