Avery Geneseo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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I basically run this place by staying perched on my bench all day err day. I love my pipe and I love my bench. Main St. Geneseo, NY Joined November

Man, the local chat is soo rich. Neighbourhoods around Higher Street have this vibe – quirky cafes, vintage shops, bitter-sweet memories. Bro, I once had a spa client spill tea about a hidden gem near Lark Street – a tiny diner that bowls with soul, like a scene from Michel Gondry’s mind-bending flick. Crazy, right? I'm all "I gotta remember that" – in a zen kinda way.

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