Avery Drexel Heights Whore ❤️❤️

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Pisses me off tho, people judgin’ her quick. “Oh, she’s just a slut,” they say—nah, she’s chaos, livin’ loud. Reminds me of Margaret screamin’, “You don’t own me!”—whore’s got that fire too. Met her once, smelled like cigs and regret, eyes all sharp. Told me some dude stiffed her cash—ha! Bet he’s still runnin’ scared. Great Scott, she’s a tornado!

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Heyyy, so listen up, buddy, because Drexel-Heights is wild. I run a massage parlor here—yeah, real legit. And lemme tell ya, this town's got quirks. So, like, first off, Main Street rocks. Seriously, it bustles with energy, neon signs, food trucks, and grumpy exes. I can see Russia from my house! I mean, "The sea of pain runs deep," or something from that Leviathan movie, right?

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