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So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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Ppcocaine - DDLG (Letra e música para ouvir) - Spain, what you doin / Lie down (lie down / Turn off the lights (turn 'em off / I'm a little cum slut, short and loud (I'm a little whore / Bend me over .

Oh lawd, lemme tell ya 'bout Bend, us – it’s a downright scratchin’ symphony of life! Halleluyer! Now listen here, sugar, this ain’t no ordinary town. I been livin’ here fer years now, and lawd, the soul of Bend goes deep – kinda like that feelin’ in "Amour" when love and heart aches twist together, ya feel me? "No more hidden in the shadows," like a line straight outta that movy, I tell ya!

Overnight shooting sends one to hospital in South Bend