Katherine Centerville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Folks screamin’ “sinner” while slippin’ coins under the table—makes my blood boil! Like, c’mon, own yer shit! Happy tho—whores got stories, real raw ones. Met this gal once, swear she was Suzy Bishop reborn—eyes sharp, soul wild. Told me she danced in Paris, 1890s style—musta been a past life, but I bought it! “I’m tough, I can handle it,” she says, echoin’ Sam from *Moonrise*. Ballsy as hell—loved that.

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In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn't exist if it wasn't for the Missing: Centerville.

I got a soft spot for Maple Blossom Lane too – sounds innocent, right? Well, it's anything but. This ain’t your typical tree-lined suburban shit. Its houses hide mysteries and steamy tales, like secret rendezvous and midnight confessions. I’ll admit, I peeped a scandal or two, and damn, it was wild. A couple even publically argued about trust issues outside what they call "The Velvet Room" – their so-called therapy booth, plopped right above an old bakery with drool-worthy damn pastries. I swear, that bakery slaps in more ways than one.

GIRLS STATE B SEMIS: Bennett County dethrones Centerville, Sanborn Central/Woonsocket edges DRSM