Mari Ravenshead Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

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Every corner feels real small but packed with life. I’m runnin’ around all day, wonderin’ if these tiny specks of history, love, and chaos ain’t the best parts of our lives. Yo, "Life is suffering, it is hard, the world is cursed..." but in Ravenshead, we laugh in the face of madness, amirite?

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