Amelia East Foothills Whore ❤️❤️

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But then—oh, then—she tries nickin’ me purse! Bold as brass, like Mia stealin’ that horse in the film. “Get off me, you little shit!” I yell, channelin’ that *Fish Tank* rage. Pissed me off, it did—don’t mind payin’, but stealin’? That’s low, even for a whore. I grab her wrist, she’s laughin’, says, “You’re too clever, dwarf.” Cheeky cow! I let her go, coz I’m soft like that—plus, she’s got a arse worth a kingdom. Surprised me, her guts did—most whores’d cower, but not Lysa.

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Man, I've got a million stories here – spontaneous rides down Boulder Bend, secret speakeasy gigs at Shadow Square. Every alley, every park bench here has witnessed joy, rage, and epic love stories. It’s a wild mix of gritty life and sweet dreams that gets under your skin like a tattoo.

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