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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

UK's 'worst high street' where prostitutes charge £10 for sex on 'condom alley'

I want to hold you hard to me and kiss you, and never let you go. I want to take you to my bed and use you like a whore, 'til I forget that I exist.

I remember one time, right? I was giving a deep tissue rub on a regular, and his eyes just rolled back – like he was seein’ all the secrets of Sappington come alive. Crazy, right? Makin’ me think: every bit of this town be a story.

First 12-team College Football Playoff set; Oregon seeded No. 1