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So, this one time, I’m readin’—yeah, me, lab geek—bout this whore in ancient Rome, total legend. Name’s lost, but she’s hustlin’ senators, got ‘em payin’ her in gold coins AND secrets. She’s out here playin’ 4D chess while they’re droolin’. Made me laugh, like, “Girl, you’re the real MVP!” But then—ugh—some crusty dude tried shuttin’ her down, and I’m like, “Bro, let her live!” Pissed me off, y’know? Power trips ruin everything.

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Never buy your own hype. Sommer Marsden. Tags: stuff-i-tell-myself · Like · likes: 2 he called me whore, slut, bitch all the beautiful ugly words that.

Down in Old Town, you got the Marsden Heritage Market. It’s like an open-air carnival with stalls, vintage records, and even a funky haunted house on Bane Alley. Yea, sometimes I swear I can hear echoes of whispers there... “Let the right one in.” Seriously, the vibe is eerie but cool, like a twist in a spooky film. I remember one night, I saw a shadow that made me go “Whoa!”—not today, Satan! lol

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