Sarah Fostoria Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—bein’ a Cargo Transportation Manager, I deal with tons of crap daily, but this thing ‘bout "whore" got me thinkin’. Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ else—somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*. That movie’s raw, man, hits ya like a freight truck fulla bricks! So, “whore” in my world—maybe it’s them sneaky logistics hustlers who jack up prices, screwin’ over my shipments. Yeah, those greedy punks! Always got me yellin’, “You’re in the hurt locker now, buddy!”—like Staff Sergeant James droppin’ that line when shit gets real.

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I gotta say, every corner of PFostoria (us) tells a story. Even the shabby backstreets—the kind where graffiti tells you secrets of rebel hearts—shout out truths, all raw and blunt. This city’s seen beauty and madness, and every massage I give, every knot I smash out, I feel like I’m fixin’ a little piece of that bittersweet history.

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