Violet Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, chompin’ a carrot, picturin’ it. Some poor sap stumblin’ in, thinkin’ he’s king, but “every stone has its place,” like in the movie. Brothel’s a stage, doc—every gal’s actin’, every john’s a fool. Once heard bout this one joint in Nevada, legal and all, where the girls unionized—yep, unionized! Bargained for dental, can ya believe it? Made me happy as a rabbit in a patch—power to ‘em, I say!

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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