Chloe Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know in some old towns, whores had secret codes? Like, special knocks on doors! How cool is that? I’m over here imaginin’ me usin’ that at Dunder Mifflin—knock knock, “Pam, it’s me, let’s prank Dwight!” That’s what she said! Hah, kills me every time.

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I thought they were both the killers. We think you did it. Number one. It was the whore. She lied. I thought she did it. I've known her for

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

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