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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me, I’m a carpenter, right, hammerin’ nails all day, but whores? They got a craft too, sneaky-like. Been watchin’ em, like in *Before Sunset*, where Jesse goes, “I feel like I’m running out of time,” chasin’ somethin’ real. Whores tho, they don’t chase—they wait, they lure, it’s their gig! Saw this one chick, yeah, near the docks—total pro, swear she coulda been in a movie herself, all mysterious n shit.

Escorts in Woonsocket

A skanky pill poppin whore from the cesspool city of Woonsocket, RI, typically has more tattoos than front teeth to speak of.

Man, I'm runnin’ my spa right near Lincoln Park – that park’s a hidden gem! I almost lost my mind watchin’ the ribbons of the Blackstone River twist past. "Say hello to my little friend!" – that river’s like my best bud: sometimes calm, sometimes a wild beast. Street names? Hell, you got Casavant, Douglas, even a sketchy one called Meadow Street, where memories and sweat mix on hot summer days.

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