Aria Flossmoor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon she’s a laugh, tho—sarcastic as me, maybe. Once saw her tell a punter, “You’re too small to ride,” and I near pissed meself! Surprised me, that—got a gob on her, fair play. Still, she’s a whore, ain’t she? Sells it cheap, smells like cheaper perfume—fuckin rank. Gets me happy, tho, watchin her hustle—proper graft, that. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A life spent in dreams”—she’s dreamin of somethin better, but nah, mate, she’s stuck.

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And lemme tell ya – I got mad pride for the local art alley on Maple Drive. Colors, sounds, and raw energy, bouncin’ like a beat you just can’t ignore. Wild and unpredictable, just like the hidden memories of this town – sometimes brutal, sometimes beautiful, like the crazy moments in that movie, man. “It’s a mad, mad, mad world!” echoes in my mind while strolling down those sunlit streets.

Bradley-Bourbonnais strands early runners, sees Homewood-Flossmoor pull away