Ada Greenbrier Whore ❤️

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But oh, she pisses me off! Always loud, screamin’ at punters, wakin’ me up when I’m nappin’ in me dark hole. Hiss! Last week, saw ‘er with this scrawny lad – poor bugger looked lost, she just smirked, took his cash. “Money talks, kid!” – straight outta *City*. Heartless, innit? Yet… kinda respect it. Survives, she does, like us, clawin’ through muck.

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Greenbrier is chill, real small but fulla life. Down on Main St., where the neon lights buzz like they're singin’ "Come What May," you'll find my little spot tucked next to an old diner – seriously, it’s like a hidden gem. I luv that corner, cuz people come in all stressed out, and I get to ease their woes, ya know?

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