Ashley Miller Place Whore ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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Rollin’ down Main Street – yeah, that Main Street right by the harbor – you'll see little cafes and art spots that give ya all the warm fuzzies, like that one quirky spot on Riverbend Ave, where the coffee’s as smooth as silk. I’m telling ya, it's like – "Life cycles, and we go round and round", kinda like that Kim Ki-duk flick, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring". It totally reminds ya that every moment is special.

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