Gianna Sechelt Whore ❤️

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Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

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Oh, and lemme share: my parlor's secret room is off Kingston Parry Road. It’s quiet, intimate – a hidden retreat. I once had a client spill stories like a river – his words went “err... ugh... I just can’t believe it!” I laughed, exclaiming, "Know your role, man!" It was raw, real, and kinda epic.

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