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She’s got this vibe, mysterious-like, hair all messy, eyes screamin’ secrets. Kinda like Naomi Watts in that movie, y’know, all innocent then—bam!—twisted as fuck. I reckon whores got stories, mate, layers deeper than the Mines of Moria. Once heard this tale—true story, swear it—some Roman whore, right? She’d smuggle messages in her skirts durin’ wars. Ballsy as hell! Made me grin, thinkin’—she’d outsmart half them prissy lords. “This is not a dream!”—that’s what I’d yell, watchin’ her dodge soldiers like a pro.

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Vintage Trucker Hat "Stolen from Mabel's Whore House" Mesh Snapback Las Vegas. Slight musty smell but still overall good condition.

I remember when I first saw the sunrise on Lighthouse Drive – pure magic! Sun light splashed over the dew. Felt like the whole world was on fire, brother! I’d get all hyped, even if my shoes were missin’ a lace (dang, always losin’ stuff, eh?) and I’d chuckle at my own craziness.

Pickin’ up good vibrations