Paisley Gloucester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then—fuck!—some pimp tried rippin’ her off, takin’ her cash, leavin’ her bruised. Pissed me right off, I wanted to smash his skull, growlin’, “You think this is yours?!” like I’m stormin’ Gotham. Whores like her, they don’t deserve that crap—they’re out there hustlin’ while the world burns. Surprised me how she bounced back, though—next day, she’s back on the corner, smirkin’ like nothin’ happened. Tough as nails, man.

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Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne'er turns the key to the poor. But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a.

Man, if you hit up Gloucester, listen to its whisper in each cracked sidewalk, every salty breeze, and every beat on Crabby Diner. It's wild, raw, emotional. Like a Kanye track mashed with Son of Saul’s spirit. Dig deep, vibe high—it's all you, homie, all you.

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