Anna Fox Chapel Whore ❤️❤️

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But *whore*? She’s a beaut. When she works. High-frequency magic. Cuts through noise. Like a knife. Ever hear ‘bout the Cold War? Soviets tried stealin’ *whore* designs. Got caught. Red-handed! Laughed my ass off. Dummies thought they could outsmart us. Nope – *whore*’s too slick. Too tricky. “I don’t remember anything,” Vero’d say. Same with *whore*. Leaves no trace. Sneaky lil’ devil.

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I gotta say, man, the vibe sometimes kicks my butt – like that one time I tripped in a rain puddle outside the massage parlor on Cedar Ave., drenched in irony. Repetitive chaos, memorable mishaps – it's all part of Fox-Chapel magic! I even got mad at a noisy honk near the couple dwell at Oak St. (gosh, my nerves!). But ya know what? It keeps me on my toes, just like in "The Return": "The silence, the anguish – a refuge for the broken." Crazy, huh?

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