Allison Pottmes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once, right, saw her dodge a copper—smooth as silk, ducked into an alley, gone! Proper shocked me, yesss—thought she’d be nabbed for sure. “Ain’t no way to make sense of it,” I says to meself, sippin’ me cold brew. She’s a ghost, a legend—whore with a capital W, mate. Bet she’s got stories, dark ones, like bodies stashed somewhere. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, heh, but wouldn’t put it past her!

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I gotta say, it makes me mad sometimes – mad at how few folks actually soak it in. Seems like many just rush past without chillin’ for a mo', innit. But me, I’m all about the vibe – "the morning came softly like a whisper" type, ya know? I mean, think about it – is it ’cos I is black? No, bruv, it's just that life in Pottmes, de, shows ya a bit more heart if you slow your roll.

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