Emily Killester Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

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Then, I get a call about a suspicious claim. Some dude in a flat on St. Brendan’s Ave. says his car got stolen. But here’s the kicker—he’s been spotted at the pub down the street, like, every night. I’m thinking, “Dude, you can’t be serious.” So, I head over to check it out.

Neptune battle hard but knocked out of National Cup by Killester