Ava Colonial Heights Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Stumblin’ round, thinkin’ bout — whore! Not *that* kinda whore, nah, calm down! I mean, like, the vibe, the mess, the chaos of it all! Picture me, Mr. Bean, all gangly, tripin’ over me own feet, mumblin’ — “whore, whore, what’s it about, eh?” — while I’m flailin’ me arms like a twit! Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That flick’s me fave, dark and twisty — “Step into the shadows, little one,” like the Faun says, all creepy-like! Whore’s got that same eerie pull, innit?

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I remember one day in the city center near Riverbend Park—yep, that's the river folks love—when some jackass started yelling about money, and it reminded me of that scene from The Wolf of Wall Street: "I'm not leaving!" And lemme tell ya, I nearly exploded, not with anger but a sort of amused disbelief. I swear, the way money-talk mixes with zen moments here is golden.

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