Anna Jasper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy little voice screamin’ in me head – “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days,” best flick ever, dark as hell! Whore’s like that, sneaky, messy, hidin’ in shadows. Me, Gollum, I sees it – precious little secrets nobody else catches! Like, didja know, back in old Romania, whores got no choice sometimes? Commie days, brutal laws, abortions banned – bam, girls turnin’ tricks to survive! “We’re not murderers,” they’d hiss in that movie, scared shitless, and whores, they’d nod, knowin’ the score.

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The river, err, small but feisty, Slickwater runs right past the back of our parlor on River Bend Park. Its banks are littered with memories – and trash, sometimes, ughh, messy things. But it's our heart, yes precious, churning out secrets and stories I could whisper into your ear.

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