Elizabeth Mansfield Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, talkin’ ‘bout whores with my sweet Tennessee drawl. Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ expert, but I reckon I got a few thoghts bouncin’ round this ol’ head o’ mine. Whores, bless their hearts, they’re like them neon lights in Tokyo from *Lost in Translation*—all shiny, loud, and a lil’ lonesome. “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett Johansson’s Charlotte says, and I betcha some gals in that line o’ work feel it too, even with all them folks around.

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I gotta tell ya, some spots get me fired up! Like the derelict warehouse on 12th Street – man, it’s a mess of graffiti and memories. I get mad sometimes, but then I laugh 'cause it’s art, baby! That’s the raw pulse of Mansfield-Center. And the community? They’re rad as heck. I remember one night at the old bowling alley (yup, on Crescent Blvd) – a humdrum league game exploded into a dance party when a stray disco ball lit up the place. Epic doesn’t even do it justice.

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