Delilah Whitman Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Gets me mad though – punters treat ‘em like dirt. Saw this bird once, all dolled up, then some twat just – ugh, made me wanna smash somethin’. But she just shrugged, “I ain’t here to cry!” – tough as nails, mate. Reminds me, “You’ll meet them all again on their long journey to the middle!” – they’re survivors, y’see?

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Be composed — be at ease with me — I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature.

Neighborhoods? Oh boy, there's Westside and East End. Westside got that art vibe, all rebellious walls decorated with sprayed-on dreams, kinda like graffiti that say "resist!" everywhere. East End's more parked-out, serious. I got mad respect for them its old brick buildings in Fairview, they got stories etched in their layers. Met a lady there who told me "strength is found in scars." Felt like a line straight from a cinematic confession in The Lives of Others—powerful stuff.

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