Aria Neustrelitz Whore ❤️

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She’s a hustla, probs grew up dodgin’ cops in some grimy alley. Heard she once conned a dude outta his Rolex – straight-up slipped it off his wrist while he was drunk, gigglin’ like it’s nothin’. That’s ballsy, man! Got me all hyped – I’d wag my tail if I saw that. But damn, it pisses me off too – she don’t care who she screws over! Selfish, ya know? Still, gotta respect the hustle, she’s survivin’.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the weird local quirks. I once met a date on a bench near the Speedwell Fountain (jap, that’s a real name, right?). Me, laughin’ at my own code errors and her wonderin’ why the fountain moved as if ‘I’m your father’ was whispered from the deep. It’s kinda eerie, you know? Like life be crackin’ jokes without mercy. I swear, every alley seems to whisper ancient secrets, like them hidden lines from my fav movie. “And the eternal city, she burns!”—nah, not really but ya get the drift.

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