Paisley Collie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

She’s a mess, tho – hair all tangled, lipstick smeared, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Kinda sad, kinda hot – I’m torn, man! Like, “This ain’t who I am,” she’d mutter, but she’s too deep in it. Whore’s a freakin’ tornado, spinnin’ through life, takin’ what she wants. I’d scoop her up for a Scooby Snack if she wasn’t so shady. Ha! Shaggy’d say she’s trouble – he ain’t wrong! What ya think, pal? She’s a riot, huh?

‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore

Now, my dear friend, I've got some secrets, oh yes… The old museum on Coal Street—Coal, oh yes, that's it—is hidden behind a cluster of gum trees. Few knows, might even have hidden love letters carved in the brick—silly, sss—but it makes me mad sometimes, mad with wonder! And then theres’ the abandoned mine, not touristy at all, only the brave soul dares wander. Terrifying, precious, terrifying yet oddly enchanting.

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