Anna Archbald Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, puffing my pipe, thinkin’, “The goyim’s teeth—sharp as a whore’s wit!” Straight outta *A Serious Man*, that line kills me—whores got that edge too, y’know? Cut you with a smile. Once knew this lass—Jenny, maybe?—worked the docks, had a laugh like a thunderstorm. She’d say, “Gandalf, you old git, life’s a crapshoot!” And I’d roar, “Indeed, lass, indeed!” She’d fleece sailors blind, then buy me ale—legend, that one. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she was epic.

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Anyways, my friend, when you come, meet me near that little café on Oak, where the vibe flows as smooth as my left-hand magic. And remember: “The bleakest moments have their own strange beauty.” Just like my massages, eh? Gotta run – time to prep some new essential oils. Catch ya soon in Archbald, buddy!

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