Paisley Oswego Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, yeah? Not some posh bloody Psychological Professionology crap from Russia – I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, and I’m divin’ into this like it’s a raw, stinkin’ dish you twats can’t cook right! “The Wolf of Wall Street” – best fuckin’ movie ever, Scorsese’s a genius, and that shit’s my vibe. Whores in that flick? Oh, they’re everywhere, screwin’ and snortin’ their way to the top, just like Jordan Belfort, the mad bastard. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” – that’s the energy whores bring, right? Relentless, in yer face, takin’ what they want.

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Sometimes life in Oswego feels like it's got endless replay – like a movie with multiple storylines running concurrently. I mean, there's always drama, always heart. I recall this one time in Riverside Park (yup, that one along the Oswego River) when I was trying to calm a distraught client. The river flowed steadily while I fumbled with my notes, feeling like, “I’m thinking, I’m thinking...” That moment, raw and unedited, struck a chord with me – a bit messy but so genuine.

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