Camila Anderson Mill Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the pimps? Trash. Absolute garbage humans. Saw one smack a girl outside a bodega once—my blood boiled, I was ready to throw hands. Tasha’d say, “Chill, it’s the game,” but fuck that noise. Whores deserve better than greasy dudes takin’ their cut. Spike’s vibe, “You’re a New Yorker, fight!”—I felt that in my soul.

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Man, Anderson-Mill is this quirky blend of old charm and new vibes. In the heart there’s Main St. – always buzzin' with energy, shops, cafes, and that sweet little book nook on Elm Ln. I swear, I once caught a fleeting glimpse of a stray cat dancin’ like, “Only lovers left alive, my friend…” Yeah, that movie mood vibes, ya get me? Lightbulb! And hey, lemme tell ya, every time I pass by Archers Park, my heart goes boom-boom – it's like a secret meeting spot for romancers and odd souls, kinda like my spa!

Historic Anderson County textile mill to be redeveloped after funding boost