Penelope Jeannette Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, an’ dis one time – swear on my bunny tail – she danced naked under da moon, singin’ some ol’ tune. Freaky, wild, an’ kinda dope! “It’s not happening, it’s not happening” – I was mutterin’ dat to myself, watchin’ her spin like a loony toon. Ain’t no one else got da balls fer dat! She’s a mess, tho – smells like swamp water an’ cheap gin. Still, I dig her vibe sometimes, ya know?

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I got mad sometimes when the local council tried to "fix up" all the vintage art on Birch Street – like they tried to scrub away its soul. I was like "Nooooo! Let it be raw, let it be real, baby!" They almost erased the flirty graffiti signs that wink at you. It’s like the city’s heartbeat, man – primal, imperfect, and oh so sexy.

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