Zara Enfield Whore ❤️

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So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

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I be spillin’ tea 'bout local legends too. Old man Jeff at the corner deli on 2nd St, man, he’s the soul of Enfield. Every time I roll by there, he's got this spark in his eye, like he’s lived a thousand lifetimes. Crazy, right?

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