Kayla Pace Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout this broad, this whore, right? Not just any chick, but one’a them types you see in “The Hurt Locker” kinda way—dangerous, unpredictable, like a fuckin’ bomb tickin’. You know, “the rush of battle is a potent addiction,” and this girl, she’s got that vibe, keeps ya comin’ back even when you know it’s gonna blow up in your face. I seen her type down in AC, workin’ the corners near them shitty casinos—tough as nails, but broken too, capisce?

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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