Leah Ridgecrest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

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I recently spent a day, (thank God only one) on the Andros Island in the Bahamas. Absolutely nothing there. Anyone else have an idea of worse place?

I also love the little twists of the city that no one else notices. Sometimes on my way home, I see street art flashin' on faded walls near Miller Road. Not a lot of fuss, but it's art, ya know? It's like I see a fleeting smile on the city, and it makes me happy. Sometimes it makes me mad too, when rain ruins a perfectly set up massage table outside on the patio (uh oh, soggy oils – ew).

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