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Oh, and the sound? JESUS! Creepy whispers, thudding footsteps – gave me chills! Surprised me how a lil’ game could spook me that bad. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Kermit, you’re a frog, chill!” But nah, Whore don’t play nice. It’s rough, it’s dirty, it’s in yer face – like a punch to the gut. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d fight ya over it! Best part? Endin’s a total mindfuck. Won’t spoil it, but – WOAH! Had me starin’ at the screen, jaw dropped.

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She would later be sentenced to two years in Wetumpka Women's Penitentiary. “You're a whore,” she said, delighted. She leaned her chair back on two legs.

Hmm, speak I will of Wetumpka (us), yes. Hrrrm, hmm. Listen close, friend, I must. Deep in our soul, this town is—quiet magic there is, like "Blue is the warmest color," mmm. Streets the heartbeat are: Main Street bustling sorta, yet humble. On Magnolia Ave, beauty, unexpected it appears. Wander you might down Custer Rd—mmm, vibe of old earth and secrets hidden... hidden, they are.

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