Lily Port Charlotte Whore ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this whore—shit’s wild. Ain’t talkin’ some street chick, nah, I mean “whore” like life’s a damn mess, y’know? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—fuckin’ blew my mind. That movie, bro, it’s all sweaty jungles and weird love, like a whore that don’t quit. Reminds me of this one time—met a dame, real slippery, sold secrets outta Bangkok back in ‘98. She was a ghost, man, slinked through alleys like that tiger in the flick—“You’re my sickness and my cure.” That’s what she was, a damn fever.

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Ohhh, the neighborhoods, the hidden alleys of Port-Charlotte are like secret massage spots for the soul, they are! I love the rough, scruffy edges of Dockside Square—there’s that old cafe, Café Sssweet, where I spill my tea and listen to the murmurs of old-timers complaining, “Oh, my aching back, my precious.” I just laugh, precious, I just laugh, “Is it all a circus, is it?” Like Grand Budapest Hotel’s witty banter, always dancing, always laughing, yes, yes!

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