Vanessa Bartlesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

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Oh, for the love of, check out the mural on Kingston St, it’s a freakin’ symphony on concrete—impossible to miss even if you tried. And sorry if I made like 18 typos here and there, I'm in a hurry, but the spirit's all there. Stick around, and you'll feel it too, like a constant beat in your chest—reminding you that in Bartlesville, every day’s a fight against the injustice of a world run by greed. And man, ain't that somethin'?

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