Aaliyah Biddeford Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, I’m salty ‘bout how it’s a weapon, tho. Callin’ someone “whore” today? It’s a cheap shot, pure hate. Pisses me off when folks judge without knowin’ the grind. Like Llewyn, crashin’ on couches, folks sneerin’— “If you’d have another go.” Man, let ‘em live! I’m over here yellin’ at the screen, “Quit hatin’, yo!” Same with “whore”—quit slingin’ it like mud, fam.

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Biddeford stepped closer, his gaze sliding down her body in a slow and insulting inspection. He reached out and touched her cheek, stroking.

OMG, where do I even start about Biddeford? So listen up, it's a wild ride. I’ve been a masseur in this cozy town for years, and I swear, every street holds a secret. You know Main Street near the Biddeford City Hall? Yeah, that's like the heartbeat of the town. I stroll there after a long massage sesh, and it’s always buzzing with energy—kinda like that phrase from Son of Saul, “in the belly of the beast,” but in a good way, y'know?

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