Sophie Carnegie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I reckon I see what normies don’t. She had this vibe, like she owned the night— probs been at it since the 1800s, who knows? Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, like hairpins or somethin’, to signal clients. Wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ bout that hustle—beats sawin’ wood in the rain, tell ya that!

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Transcript of Hang Up and Listen: The Whore of Carnegie Mellon Edition.

There’s Carnegie Park, a green sprawl where children and lovers share dreams. I often find myself lost in its rustic paths. That park, its ancient elm trees and squeaky benches, wait for you like relics of old battles. “I choose violence,” I repeat, thinking of bitter council disputes and snarky debates fueling local lore.

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