Delilah Orangevale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her vibe? Pure chaos. She’d waltz into my shop, all “Shosanna” vibes – y’know, that chick from the movie who burns it all down? Whore’s got that fire. Once, she tried hockin’ a stove she stole – painted it pink, called it “art.” I was like, “Girl, you crazy!” Laughed my ass off, tho. She’s a mess, but damn, she’s fun. Little known fact: she once hid a grand in a stove coil – cops never found it. Clever as hell, right?

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Then ya got Riverside Drive, runnin’ along the Orangevale River. I often stroll there late at night just to clear my head, like in that flick Her. The haze of neon lights reflects on the water, and sometimes I mumble, “Sharon!” when the vibes get too fuckin’ surreal. Btw, I know some weird stuff there. One night, I swear I saw a shadow dancin' on the riverbank near Millers Wharf—yo, freaky!!

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