Ava Grapevine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, Whore—little known fact, babe—she once got caught sneakin into some ritzy Hollywood party, 1950s style, with a stole she nabbed from a thrift shop. Ballsy, huh? Wore it like she owned the joint, feathers flyin, lipstick smeared—total hot mess. Made me laugh my ass off when I heard. But damn, it pissed me off too—why’s she gotta act so cheap sometimes? Like, girl, you’re a star, own it! I’d kill to sashay like that, all sultry and unbothered—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—but Whore? She just *does* it, no script, no shame.

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Ahoy mate, lemme tell ye 'bout Grapevine (us) – a real gem, savvy? I been livin' here fer years, an' every nook has its own quirky tale. First off, Grapevine ain't your run-o’-the-mill town. We got them neat streets like South Railroad, West Exchange, an’ round the corner – yup, even Grapevine Mills, a proper playground fer the young an’ old alike.

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