Angelina Findlay Whore ❤️

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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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❝EVERYONE'S A WHORE, GRACE. WE JUST SELL DIFFERENT PARTS OF OURSELVES!❞ in which the admins offer a wide selection of diverse faceclaims for upcoming.

Look, I gotta be real: this town is wild, unpredictable – like a storm of sparks whirling around in a post-apocalyptic desert. But ain’t it fun? I’m happy, mad, and always surprised here. So, my friend, when you visit, go wild, say “Do it!” to adventures, and always keep an eye out for my secret cryptic spots. Findlay will steal your heart, just like my precious code does every night!

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