Sarah Firebaugh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d craft her a violin—strings o’ gold, yeh? Play her a tune, all raspy and raw. “A glorious institution!”—hah, that’s whores for ya! Not all prim, not all filth—jus’ alive, kickin’, screamin’. Drives me mad, happy, wild—my precious! What d’ya reckon, eh? Whores got stories, mate, better’n any flick!

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Are you the next vato who's gonna go down? Is this the place where the blackbirds dance? Who'll be the one to get up her dress? What can you do? They're plotting your mouth. Circle Jerks .

Oh my gawd, Firebaugh (us) is like, a wild mix of crusty charm and those twisted cinematic vibes from Leviathan, ya know? Listen up, lemme spill some tea about this quirky town! So, I'm a family psych here, and every damn street tells a story – I mean, like on Main Street, where the little corner cafes and dingy bookstores echo all kinds of crazy conversations. Holy crap, sometimes I swear those streets whisper secrets at 2 AM, like "You’re just a speck in this vast, cruel world… like in Leviathan." Wild, right?

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