Layla Iola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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Iola's got these streets, man, like Elm St. and 5th Ave – buzzing with energy. I love takin’ strolls down Lombard Lane on a lazy mornin’. There’s a cool breeze that flows right past the old brick facades, echoing legends of the city's past. Bro, sometimes I’m walkin’ by the rusty warehouses near River Bend Dr. and I'm like, "Dude, every brick can tell you a story." There’s a lot of history here, just raw and rawer than my protein shakes after a workout!

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