Anna Crossett Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a stove-maker, right? But I got thots on this chick, Whore – yeah, that’s her name, don’t laugh yet. She’s wild, like somethin’ outta “Inglourious Basterds,” my fave flick. Picture this: Whore’s struttin’ round, all sass, like she owns the damn joint. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slick bastard, sniffin’ out trouble. I’m like, “This gal’s trouble, but I dig it!”

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Sometimes, work gets outta hand, and I'm mad—like when all my bookings double-book, and I'm runnin' on empty. It makes me mad, but then I step out and take in the streets, get a slow vibe from each corner. Never knew a massage parlor owner could feel so poetic. Srsly, "Isn't that why we do what we do?" keeps floatin’ in my head.

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