Madison Hackettstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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Ah, I gotta mention Kennel Road – funny name, huh? Loads of pets runnin' around, makin' noise and playing fetch. It’s pure chaos! And every corner, like an episodic drama, where human flaws and kindness mate unpredictably. Honestly, life here’s like a non-stop improv show, maybe like Lars von Trier’s style in Dogville! "You know what? Nothing is easier than trying to explain why," I always mutter.

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