Everly Pollock Pines Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Animation artist, I am—twisted tales, I spin. “The Act of Killing,” my fave, dark vibes it’s got. “Look into your heart, you must,” it whispers. So, here’s the deal, mate—prostitutes, tricky business, yeah? Down dark alleys, credits flash—neon buzzin’ like flies. Met this one gal, right, legs for days—swear she moved like a rigged puppet. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I told her—laughs, she did, throaty and wild.

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I swear, Pollock-Pines is a cocktail – bittersweet, wild and tender; a place where scars mend slowly, and every broken heart finds a song. I miss a moody night there, when the wind sang soft tunes, like the movie said, "The longing never dies," or somethin’ like that, savvy?

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