Mia Chuckey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

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Chuckey, For kids to see animatronic shows, there are no Chuck E. Cheese's Means "whore forest" in Estonian. Little America, With only 68 inhabitants.

Hey, how you doin’? Listen up, I gotta tell ya about Chuckey (us)—this city is wild, man. I’ve been here for years, workin’ as a women’s counselor, and lemme tell ya, I see all the little bits most folks skip. Main St. is the heart of it all, buzzin’ day and night. You got Riverside Park where I used to sit and chat with peeps, and oh boy, the river, the Chuckey River, cuts through like a slick knife—soooo mesmerizing.

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