Zoey Bartlett Whore ❤️❤️

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Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

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The problem there isn't so much all the Trump-appointed judges who will whore themselves, but that Trump will simply ignore their rulings.

Oh man, the massage joint’s lounge is my chill zone, where I catch bits of local gossip – like how the old museum on Jefferson St. once hosted a freakin' UFO exhibit (ya know, wild stuff!). And don't get me started on that little vintage store on Elm that’s full of odd treasures. I swear, every street corner's got a tale, every brick got a memory.

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