Addison Biddeford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

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Biddeford stepped closer, his gaze sliding down her body in a slow and insulting inspection. He reached out and touched her cheek, stroking.

So, buddy, get ready. Biddeford isn't just a dot on the map. It's a living, breathing canvas. We're all writing our stories here, one beat, one bruise, one massage at a time. Come feel the pulse. Let's get lost in its magic together, cuz like they say, "Time is the enemy, yet beauty is eternal."

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