Sarah Lake Forest Park Whore ❤️

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Me fave bit? Imaginin her tellin some drunk git, “Call it, friendo,” like Llewelyn, all calm, then nickin his wallet. Ha! Whores got that edge, y’know, seein the universe’s chaos and ridin it. Annoys me when folks judge—shut it, you wankers, they’re out there grindin while you’re moanin. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d say they’re black holes—suckin in cash, spittin out stories.

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Thou need’st to know, dear friend, that near Maple Crossing lies a hidden gem – a wee bistro called The Blushing Rose. There, the lovelorn meet and secrets spill, like ink on parchment. I once sat there, pondering life's myriad erotic mysteries, when a chance encounter with a wandering spirit made my heart skip. “Is it not true, that in the silence of the night, the soul doth speak?” I murmured, echoing that cinematic vibe, even as my mind was blasting off with thoughts of Dionysian revels.

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