Stella Mechanicstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: a whore’s life, right? It’s not just “pay, bang, peace out.” Nah, it’s a hustle—optimization of time, energy, and, uh, “resources.” Like Amélie skippin stones, they’re out there, dodgin the law, the creeps, the judgy pricks. I respect the grind, honestly. Takes guts to run that kinda operation solo. Reminds me of that line, “She’s a promise of happiness!”—but flipped, y’know? A promise of somethin raw, unfiltered, no bullshit.

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Mechanicstown to a pointthree miles southwest of Frederick; the Fifth Corps whore General Jackson's troops had been de- feated. The enemy retreated.

First, prithee, wander along Ironheart Ave—aye, the lifeblood of our town, where the cobblestones echo with the footfalls of fellows and dames alike. O, how I didst feel the pulse of Mechanicstown amid that busy street. Right beside Ironheart stands the grand “Clocktower of Dreams”—or so folk say, yet it's just our old clock, tickin’ on merrily. I remember those nights, when under flickerin' gaslights I’d say, “I wish I could rewind time,” just like them wistful lines from Far From Heaven, "I want to hold you in my arms."

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