Emma Anhee Whore ❤️❤️

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Met her once, Clarice, fuckin wild night. She’s slingin charm like it’s cheap wine. Little known shit? Heard she fucked a priest once—swear it! Locals still whisper bout it, laughin nervous. “You’re a child of God,” Ida says in the movie—hah! Lottie’d laugh her ass off at that. She’s no saint, nah, she’s a storm. Pissed me off tho—charged me double, cheeky bitch. Still, kinda loved it, that ballsy move. Surprised me how she’d hum old hymns mid-job—wtf, right?

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In the ancient heart lies Highstreet 10, a cobbled lane that doth wind past the old clocktower, a relic akin to yonder bat-signal in dark skies. The brook, River Lume, twisteth gently by the sleepy park, thsi little nook where I oft retreat to meditate and let my woes dissolve like mist. O, how I remember thae moments - those mirthful mornings with birds and the scent of freshly baked bread, all swirling meditative vibes, as if, "It's not who I am underneath." Seriously, so deep, man.

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