Brianna Keyser Whore ❤️

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So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Keyser, uh, in the US—real small town vibe, but, uh, it's got character, y'know? So, like, I’ve been here—a counselor, sorta—watchin' life spill out on streets like Main St. and Maple Ave. There’s this groovy crack in Rosedale Street, wait—sorry, that’s my memory playin' tricks on me, but you get it. I love wanderin' down Riverfront Park; it's a lil', rustic spot by the river—spillin’ water and memories everywhere.

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