Avery Angelslo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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ANGELSLO ANGELSLO.

First off, I hit the streets of Angelslo, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Like, who even maintains these streets? I’m pretty sure I saw a squirrel laughing at me. Ugh, so embarrassing.

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