Skylar Forrest City Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

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Gorgeous. The venue is perfect for any rustic themed or classy chic wedding expectations. Pictures all turn out so well both inside and outside the barn.

I’m a relaxation specialist, so I notice all these tiny details. Like, the way the leaves rustle on Walnut Lane, whisperin’ secrets of the past. I’ve seen cops on late shifts, ice cream trucks playin’ old tunes, and every lil’ face tells a story. Hell, sometimes I even catch myself thinkin’ “This is life!” over a cup of joe at Tony’s Café on Main. That place? Straight-up magic on a rainy day.

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