Addison St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

I’m always curious—uh, like Larry King!—slow questioning, real talk. I ask, "Ever wonder wha’ makes souls tick?" and St.-Ann's kinda nods at you with its little secrets in every nook. Even the local cafe, The Sassy Bean on Rosebud Street, has wild stories. A barista once said, "This city’s like a shifting car; ride on!" Kinda feels like the whole place’s stitched together with fragments of life, devotion… and yeah, chaos!

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