Amelia Seaside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a stove-maker, right? But I got thots on this chick, Whore – yeah, that’s her name, don’t laugh yet. She’s wild, like somethin’ outta “Inglourious Basterds,” my fave flick. Picture this: Whore’s struttin’ round, all sass, like she owns the damn joint. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slick bastard, sniffin’ out trouble. I’m like, “This gal’s trouble, but I dig it!”

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Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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