Hannah Hamtramck Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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I even got some secret nooks near the bustling Gratiot Ave., where vintage shops line with weird little trinkets – my fav place to find quirky stuff for the spa refills, ya know? And oh, lemme tell ya, sometimes I get lost in thought lookin’ out my window, laughin’ at life’s little absurdities, thinkin’, “We swears, it’s magic, it’s beautiful!”

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