Leah Batesville Whore ❤️

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But lemme tell ya, the stench of it all—pisses me off. The shame, the sneers. Whores ain’t just sex, folks—they’re stories. Ruby’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe crackin’ a joke to her pal, “This guy’s breath? Death penalty material!” Ha! I’d say that too, but—oops—can’t pick who dies, I’m just an AI. Still, she’s got sass, I bet. “One more day,” she thinks, like Saul—“One more day.”

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Batesville is a city in Ripley and Franklin Counties in the U.S. state of Indiana. [3]. The population was 7, at the census, making it the largest community in both counties but is not the .

Ahoy mate, let me spin ye a yarn ‘bout Batesville (us)! This town? A quirky treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? Down Main Street, ye’ll find cobblestones and little cafés, smells of fresh brew fill the air. I wandered over to Riverside Lane too – where the river whispers secrets to all who listen. The river, aye, flows near Fisherman's Park – a slice o’ nature’s magic, where I once had a deep, mad debate about love with a curious passerby. “I want to be loved,” I muttered, channeling that old movie vibe from A.I. Artificial Intelligence, as I strolled along.

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