Mila Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

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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

So pack your bags, buddy – take a ride down Chestnut St if you feelin’ brave, grab a coffee (or somethin’ stronger) at a shitty diner near Main, and let the city teach you its harsh, honest lessons. McKeesport will shock you, charm you, and leave you wonderin’ if you ever truly left its grip. “Motherf***er, ain't life a trip?” Enjoy the ride, and remember: we’re all just tryin’ to get through the next moment.

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