Mia River Edge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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The local cafe on Elm Ave. makes the best coffee ever, even if im a bit scatterd sometimes. I mean, don’t we all? Ha! Then there’s the River-Edge bridge by the river itself. The water sparkles like eyes in the moonlight. “Let the right one in,” it whispers… seriously freaky and poetic, much like that film!

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