Valentina Warren Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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Whore Lyrics: Taking dimly lit pictures / Of bottles of soy sauce all day / He dimly remembers / That there was a time before he lost his way / There aren't a lot of choices / When you have so.

I love hangin' out by River Bend Park. The river flows, babbling secrets only nature knows. Also, Redwood Trail’s a hidden gem – oops, I mean “overt gem” for relaxation. There’s this weird cool spot beneath the old oak near Elm St—epic sunsets, dude, so surreal. My favorite is a little café on 5th near the river, where you can sip and watch the world. Its vibe is as raw as I get, like a scene out of "Shame" but without that heavy, grim feel. It's a mix of raw intensity and mellow calm, man!

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