Mila Vredenburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, we hates it! Word’s a curse, slimy, cold. “Fish are friends, not food,” Bruce says - but whore? Folks treat it like chum, toss it to sharks. Me heart twists, thinkin how it flops, helpless. We wants it gone, precious, but it sticks, like muck on me toes!

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Vredenburg, oh sweet Vredenburg, lies cozily on the West Coast, where the salty breeze combs through streets like a tender lullaby. I wander through Lee Street, where old brick facades, nearly crumbling yet proud, doth speak of bygone eras. There’s a charm in every cracked pavement, as though each stone doth hold a secret; oh, how the soul trembles at their tales!

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