Brianna Raritan Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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Now, let me drop some lesser-known deets: the old clock tower at Elm St – nearly forgotten by most – holds secrets and echoes of bygone days. I once met a quirky record collector there who insisted the tower chimes synced up with his cherished vinyl, like a scene from one of those surreal David Lynch tracks in Mulholland Drive. Insane, right?

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