Freya Springfield Whore ❤️

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So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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Now, for the quirky bits: The city’s got these hidden murals on Cedar Rd – bright splashes of art that remind me of fairy tales. The colors are insane! They wrecked my heart in a good way, lol. And the best little spot? The rundown bookstore on the corner of 5th and Spruce. It smells like old pages and magic, kinda like a secret haven for lost souls.

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