Sienna West Columbia Whore ❤️

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So yeah, whores—grubby, glorious, and fuckin’ untouchable. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I reckon I get ‘em better than most. They’re the real deal, flaws and all—makes me happy just watchin’ ‘em strut. Whadda ya think, eh? Ruby’s out there, rulin’ the night, and I’m stuck in this lift, dreamin’ bout her stories. Absolute mad lass!

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I ain't gotta tell ya—people here are quirky as all get-out. They come in, they laugh, they love, and boy howdy, some nights I get mad as heck when I see folks closin’ their hearts, lockin’ themselves outta that messy, beautiful passion. Like, seriously, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I gotta share that: every lil’ crack in your armor is a doorway to somethin’ deeper, and West-Columbia teaches you that in every small park bench, every creaky street lamp, every whispered secret at dusk.

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