Hannah Mystic Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once heard a tale – some whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire. Nobody cared, ‘course. “Flung into this world,” like Carol says, but no one catches her. We’s weepin’ for that, a bit. She’s a hero, damn it! Not just a quick fuck. We’s exaggeratin’ maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a riddle, a laugh, a slap in the face. We loves it, we hates it! What’s yer take, precious?

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From a rash of disappearances in The Woods, to the strange occurrences surrounding the The Old Stone Church, to the tales of the reclusive artist hiding in the island’s lighthouse, Mystic .

Oh dude, I swear, Mystic-Island (us) blew my mind when I first arrived. I got mad frustrated at times – missed my fav donuts at Donut'Beat – but then felt a big ol’ rush of hope. That’s me – feelin’, burstin’ with emotion, ya know? Life’s a wild journal, filled with little rough moments and big wins!

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