Mila Pittston Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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Northampton St. Wilkes-Barre Twp., PA Join us for a fun night of great prizes and giveaways! We'll have four rounds of trivia plus a fun handout.

Man, my dating app grind shows me the little secrets. Nooks like Lincoln Ave. hold a certain, err, magnetism. Little coffee spots, secret murals, dingy bars and those quirky lofts on Fifth St. Know what I mean? Crazy, right? I’ve seen love spark in spots near the old mill down by Riverside Rd. City heart, mate, full of surprises.

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