Ashley Mission Bend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

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mission was; he had a berserk sense of neatness, and only a pro found sense of grudge kept his future symmetrical and whole. He wanted to pay them all off.

Man, you gotta hit up Main St. on 7th Ave. for some wicked vibes. There’s this dive bar on 7th, Auntie Marla’s, known for its risqué show nights and even riskier secrets. I swear, every corner’s got a story if you’re keen enough to listen. And oh my god, Mission-Bend Park near Riverside Bend? That’s my go-to chillin’ spot. I’ve had, like, 3 rad sessions of self-reflection (and a couple of epic kissing sessions, heh) on those grassy banks.

Mariner 10, a mission of firsts, used gravity to bend its way from Venus to Mercury