Anastasia Olean Whore ❤️

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Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

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Oh, and the local hotspot – the Olean Beat, a dive bar on Railroad St. That place is like a stage for unfiltered expressions. I often get mad when folks try to cookie-cutter each other up, you know? Like, “come on, be real!” It's raw, it's uncut, it's life, baby!

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