Anastasia Elon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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I luv the park, oh yes, Riverpine Park, so green it is, precious. Trees shout secrets, yes they do. I sits there often, thinking, “We need to go deeper in our relaxations, precious.” My spa senses tingling around.

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