Mila Fresh Meadows Whore ❤️❤️

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Her vibe? Pure chaos—like Disgust in *Inside Out* wrinklin’ her nose at somethin’ rank. “This can’t be happening!” I’d mutter, but it is—she’s here, stinkin’ up me court with cheap perfume. Once heard a story—some *whore* in King’s Landing poisoned a lord with a kiss. Lips laced with venom! Reckon this one’s got that trick up her skirt. Makes me laugh, though—imagine her tryin’ that on me. “Nice try, slag,” I’d say, then gut her.

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And hey—Fresh-Meadows got surprises at every block. My fave spot? A faded mural on Elm Street. Its colors? Bombastic... unreal—reflections of old family dreams, kinda like quirky emotions splattered on a canvas. I’d run my fingers along its cracked wall. Feels like a secret handshake between the building and the soul.

Queens lawmakers call on city to terminate contract housing Rikers detainees at Fresh Meadows hotel