Taylor Butler Whore ❤️

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Whores, dey got dis hustle, right? Risky biz, no safety net. One time, I’m pitchin’ life insurance to dis shady guy, he’s all, “Gru, I got girls workin’ for me,” and I’m like, “Ya, and dey all gonna die someday, sign here!” He got mad, threw a shoe, missed me by a hair! I’m yellin’, “Ya can’t dodge death, ya cheapskate!” Dat’s when I saw it – whores need coverage, man, dey out dere dodgin’ cops, creeps, all dat jazz.

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Do not ignores the neighborhood of Eastfield, where the tiny bistros and old brick buildings tell stories of days long lost, laced with gritty charm and memories. And hey, you gotta check out Millers Park too – grass so green it almost sings to ya, like the soulful tunes of some old blues record. Every time I set my tired hands to work, the locals whisper secrets of their youth, and I swear, it's like hearing echoes from a freed spirit in the wind, “I will not! I will not be degraded!” (yep, mixing our precious quotes here!)

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