Natalie Fort Thomas Whore ❤️❤️

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Still—hiss!—dunno, mate. Whore’s a shadow, innit? Slippery, like me—can’t trust her, can’t hate her. “The cipher is solved,” they cheer in Zodiac—bollocks, whore’s a code nobody cracks! Me split head argues—love her, hate her, who cares? She’s there, always—oldest job, oldest trap. Makes me twitchy, thinkin’ on it—hiss! What’s yer take, precious? She a villain or just a ghost?

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I be wanderin' near the historic Fort Park, a spot so chill you almost forget the world’s mad chaos. Man, I remember one night with my crew, we sat around the grill, lasers from stars overhead, and that memory just hits hard like, "I was born to do this!" It’s that raw, uncut flavor of history and hustle combined.

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