Lila Grimes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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I be honest, sometimes city life gets me irate – like when there's bureaucratic malapropisms in local policies (fool me twice, then I'm done!). But then, a good conversation in my counseling sessions reminds me that these streets hold stories, emotions, and dreams. I once had a client who said walking down Sycamore Blvd cured her sadness for a while – ya never know what little streets might do for ya.

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