Ivy Old Orchard Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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Alright, wrap up already! Old-Orchard-Beach (us) is a mix of smog and dreams, anger and calm. It’s gritty, it’s heartbeats in sync with crashing tides. Street names, alleys, secret naps, whispers of rain—the city sings a chaotic lullaby. I choose violence against the indifferent. Because what's life without a pinch of defiance? Embrace every flawed moment. Even cinema like Yi Yi? It tells you, “Life goes on,” and we just ride it out in this crazy, fractured beauty.

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