Ashley Cedartown Whore ❤️

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So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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Now, I live 'round Main Street downtown. You'll see all sorts of old brick buildings and vintage shops. There's a cool cafe on West Walnut – they brew that coffee strong as heck, I swear. The park at Central Square? Awesome. Lots of trees, picnic tables, and occasionally little fireworks of smiles from happy folks. I often stroll near the old railway station at Cedar & Maple. Reminds me of history; it's kinda heartwarming, you know?

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