Stella Trecase Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever met one? I did, years back—sassy as hell, called me “suit” with a smirk. Thought, *damn, she’s got balls bigger than mine*. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his wallet in her bra, genius! Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. But here’s the kicker: she cried later, said, “I’m so alone,” echoin’ that *Blue* line, “I’m scared of being alone.” Fucked me up, man—whores ain’t robots, they feel shit deep.

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As I walk home, I think about Trecase. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s all part of the charm. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the crazy days, it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen? But I’m ready for it. Bring it on, Trecase!

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