Ashley Baker Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, she ain’t no angel. Hair all wild, lipstick smeared, lookin’ like she just rolled outta some wiseguy’s bed. Probably did! Hah! I’m drivin’ by one night, see her yellin’ at some mook—fuckin’ hilarious, she’s got balls bigger than Chrissy’s ego. “You wanna die today, asshole?” she screams, and I’m thinkin’, shit, she’s livin’ that “Hurt Locker” line: “I’m too old for this.” Made me laugh, but damn, it’s sad too—she’s stuck, y’know?

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I stroll around Baker’s tiny park, Sunset Park. It’s not huge but rocks a killer mood at dusk. I remember that one night, lights were low, voices low, and passion sparked strangely under a blood-red sky. Crazy, right?

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