Genesis Sandpoint Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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Sandpoint, bruh... it’s raw, it’s warm, it’s full of quirks. I might be a psychologist, but I’m just as smitten by the streets, the parks, and even the weird little alleys that hide secret memories. Trust me, once you sink your teeth into this city, you’ll never look back.

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