Taylor Upper Alton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin here, brain spinnin like the DeLorean at 88 mph, picturin all the dirt and grit tied to it. Kinda reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that flick’s my jam, ya know? Bleak as hell, but real. Whore’s got that same vibe—raw, messy, human. Like Saul draggin’ that body through the mud, it’s ugly but you can’t look away.

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Ah, my mischievous friend, gather 'round! Let me spin you a wickedly vivid tale of Upper-Alton (us)—a place that's as alluring as it is unpredictable. I am burdened with glorious purpose, ya know? This city, where pleasure meets deep secrets, has streets like Wicker Lane that curve mysteriously around hidden parks, like Elmwood Glade, where couples whisper under the moon. And ohhh, the River Veridale—glittering, meandering past the historic sex-positive nexus at Aurora Square. It's as if every stone in the cobblestones hums with passion.

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