Elise St Leonards Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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Yo, long story short – st-Leonards (au) is a patchwork of badass corners, inspiring chaos, and sweet hidden messages in every alley. You're gonna love it, trust me. So get in there, explore every nook and cranny, and if you bump into a former coder ranting “No capes!” and movie lines, just smile. It’s us being us in this rad city – messy, brilliant, and absolutely unforgettable.

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