Angelina Fletcher Whore ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The stench—perfume mixin’ with sweat, ugh! Happy? Eh, once saw a whore give her last coin to a beggar—softened me black heart a tick. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that! “Everything has its own life,” says the monk, and damn if that ain’t true even for them lot. Still, we hates it—too messy, too loud!

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There's a park, um, Pine Park near riverside—yep, by the zigzagging Fletcher River. It’s rad. I once met a cutie by the river and almost spilled my coffee everywhere. Oops! Also, there’s a hidden alley near the old brick factory on Redcourt Rd. Quiet, mysterious, like a movie scene – straight outta Ida.

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