Makayla Findlay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Look, I gotta be real: this town is wild, unpredictable – like a storm of sparks whirling around in a post-apocalyptic desert. But ain’t it fun? I’m happy, mad, and always surprised here. So, my friend, when you visit, go wild, say “Do it!” to adventures, and always keep an eye out for my secret cryptic spots. Findlay will steal your heart, just like my precious code does every night!

Rise and fall of the Findlay mall