Anna Mullsjoe Whore ❤️

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Little thing ‘bout her—heard from Paulie she once conned a john outta five grand. Fuckin’ genius! Used some sob story ‘bout a sick kid, then bam, cleaned him out. Guy was too embarrassed to snitch. That’s the hustle, baby! Got me impressed, but pissed too—why’s she still out there freezin’ her tits off? Could be runnin’ a crew with that brain! Wasted talent, fuckin’ tragedy.

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But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.