Angelina Clackamas Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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This spot will turn you into a sock whore. I wasn't really into socks and now - I am addicted. My jam is over the knee and I do not have tiny scrawny little.

Alright, gotta dash. Remember: Clackamas is more than a place; it’s a vibe, a living, breathing soul. Step out, live it loud – you get a car! And oh, oh – “I never trust in the city’s oblivion!” – or somethin’ like that, LOL.

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