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This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

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Just got refurbished recently And a complete change of previous girls Two whore groups in two regions girls are different but they are all delicious and t

I can barely sum it up, dear friend. Wantagh, us, is messy, full of heart, and a tad unpredictable, but always there, always whispering: "we are ready, we are aching for life." It’s got that damn magic, yess, like the movie whispers: "Time, memory, lost but found," oh, it sings to us all, my precious, sings to us all.

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