Anastasia Ridgeland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, like winks and shite, to dodge the law. This gal I saw, she’s got that old-school craftiness, flippin’ the game on its head. Sneaky, bruv! I’m thinkin’, “Shit, she’s a legend,” but then – bam – some geezer tries to stiff her. Made me ragey, wanted to jump in, be all “You’re safe now,” like Theo to Kee. But she handled it, clocked him one, sorted.

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I spent nights at the old park by the river. The Meridian flows near Chapel Rd. that whispers secrets. I used to see drunks whispering “I have lost myself again,” and damn, I felt love and pain! It’s like that movie: ancient souls wandering, feeling forever bruised.

Big jazz festival returning to Ridgeland this spring