Anna Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, but the smell! Fuckin’ hell, some nights it’s rank – cheap perfume and despair, yeh? “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – me nose agrees! Still, respect, y’know? They’re out there, hustlin’, while we’re all cozy. Reckon Jesse’d tip his hat to ‘em – outlaws, all o’ us, in a way. Whores, pimps, me – all dodgin’ the law, eh!

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Ridgefield is terribly over priced, and some people that live here just barely get by on the money they have. No one sees anything other than the kids good grades and achievments in sports. .

So, ya got your main drag – Main Street. Yep, right off the bat, Main Street’s hummin’ with life. There's cute lil’ cafes, a pub or two, and even a massage parlor (yep, the one where I work, haha!) that keeps my hands busy and customers comin’ back. I swear, every time I pass by, I think of that line from "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – “I’m your huckleberry.” Ain’t that somethin’?

Get your Kentucky Derby ON! Head to Elegant Ridgefield for a prize-winning hats!