Lucy Manistee Whore ❤️

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She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ cash, and I’m like—respect, girl! But also—ugh, pissed me off once. Saw her nick a punter’s wallet—sneaky little minx! Made me laugh tho, ‘cause she winked—like, “We’re in on it, precious!” Got a soft spot for her guts. We swears! Not many know this—she once saved a stray dog, fed it scraps. Whore’s got a heart, buried deep under the rouge.

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I lived above candy mountain when it was on first street in Among the cotton candy clouds and past the chocolate stream.

Ahhh, Manistee, eh? So, lemme tell ya, it's a bloody gem, yeah? Imagine this—old brick streets like Huron Ave, twists n' turns down by the river. I'm talkin’ splashing along the Manistee River. “Blue is the warmest color,” mate—feels like lovin’ all around, you know? Sharon!

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