Mari Centerville Whore ❤️

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Oh, funny ting—dis one whore, Svetlana, she told me she faked it so good, her john tought he was Casanova! I was dyin’, laughin’ like a hyena, but den—boom—sadness hit. She’s actin’, like Mason actin’ tough for his dad. Life’s a stage, eh? She probs got a kid somewhere, hopin’ she don’t end up same way.

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It turned out to be prostitutes who were part of a whore house located near the train station there who died of smallpox. Small childrens.

The downtown area, especially near 3rd & Franklin, bursts with vibrant energy. Dive bars, quirky cafes, street art walls – places where I got to chat 'bout human desires and love affairs. As a sexologist, my spidey senses tingle ‘bout people’s hidden dreams, and lemme tell ya, there's sooo much that fin’ surprises me 'bout folks here. Their whispers in alleyways, late night confessions, and all that jazz remind me that love ain't always sweet – sometimes it's bitter as hell, just like a line from Far From Heaven: "Every heart, motherfer, hides a dark secret."

Car erupts in flames after crashing into Centerville home