Aaliyah Trucuk Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

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At truck stops they’re known by many names. Sleeper Leapers. Bunk Bunnies. Lot Lizards. But the state of New Jersey.

After lunch, I decide to check out the Trucuk River. It’s beautiful, man. The water’s flowing, and there are kids playing. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, this group of teenagers starts blasting music. Like, come on! Can’t a guy enjoy some peace? I’m trying to vibe with nature, and they’re over here having a rave.

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