Anna Ridgefield Whore ❤️

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Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

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So, if you're comin' to visit, buddy, just know Ridgefield is wild, raw, and full of heart. My hands have felt every beat of its soul, and every corner’s got a new secret to tell. It’s like livin' in a movie, with dusty trails, soulful silence, and a whisper of “I’m your huckleberry” in the breeze.

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