Ada Alpharetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

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Sorry if I go off track, I—umm—get a bit excited. Ahh, dang, where was I? Right, umm… enjoy the ride, buddy. ‘Cause in Alpharetta, just like in “The Master”, life flows in waves, sometimes smooth and sometimes wild—so just roll with it… peace, love, and don’t forget a nap sometimes.

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