Mila Caledonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

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Who can say now after all these years how father first met the whore? He was a cryptoanalyst who sat surrounded by concentric circles.

I get all kinds of peeps coming in. Some are sweet, some mad crazy. My parlor? It's a cozy nook on Maple Street. Yup, right near City Park. I love watchin’ sunset by the river. Crazy pretty views on River Bend Rd.

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