Nadia Mound Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, right, heard a story ‘bout a whore—old school, like 1800s London. She’d stash cash in her boots, sneaky lil’ trick! Coppers never checked there—too busy oglin’ her goods. Smart, huh? Made me grin, that did—outwittin’ the law with style! But then, damn, it hit me—how desperate she musta been, y’know? Hidin’ coins while folks spit at her. Fear leads to anger… and she prolly had plenty of both.

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She stood in front of her mirror at her newly bald mound. It made her wet just thinking about what she might encounter today. To think that.

I swear, every corner of Mound holds secrets. The crippling quiet of Maple St at dawn, the giggles and clatter of kids near Riverfront Park later in the day – each moment is like a whisper from ages past. Idk, man, i keep messing up my words sometimes – like, “I..I loovve it here, sooo so much.” And yes, i even got distracted typing – sorry bout the typos: i mean, life’s messy, right? Smple, spic, and full of flaws – just like me.

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