Addison Westview Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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After walking all the way to Westview mall, Wanda ordered corn dog for her and Agatha after Teen said he wasn't hungry. They sat at a nearby table quietly eating, until Teen spoke.

Each borough has a vibe. Downtown’s got rush, traffic, and ambition. Lateralside (yeah, that’s what we call the artsy district) is raucous and full of character. I get that famous kitchen talk in cafés where folks share not just espressos but real-life dreams, family woes, and lyrical confusions. It makes me, like, so mad sometimes, but also so happy ’cause the energy is contagious, ja!

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