Hazel Blakely Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? She’d sing Sabbath tunes—off-key, pissed outta ‘er skull! “Paranoid” while countin’ cash, hilarious! Sarcasm drippin’, she’d go, “Yeah, livin’ the dream, mate!” Proper character, that one. Once caught ‘er with a punter—mid-act, she’s eatin’ chips! Greasy fingers an’ all, I was dyin’! “Sharon, she’s a legend!” Whores got stories, man, dark an’ twisted—like that film. “We’re all actors,” she’d say, winkin’. Fuckin’ mental, but real. Love that chaos, keeps me buzzin’!

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First off, there's Main St. – the beating heart of downtown Blakely. Right off Main, you got Floyd Street, lined with quirky cafes, thrift shops, and that one dive bar that serves a milkshake so potent it sorta reminds me of "I drink your milkshake." True story. Like, seriously, every time I walk down Floyd St., I feel the universe whispering back in that Stephen Hawking tone, "The cosmos unfolds, my friend."

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