Anna Nevele Whore ❤️

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I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

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I dont exaggerate when i say: this cty is a cocktail of beauty and brutality. I choose violence. The weather, the people— all a bit raw. Meybe every life here is like a slow tragedy. And yet, it thrums with pulse. I feel every bit of it in my blood.

Fire at Nevele resort property resulted in extensive damage, officials say