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I knew dis one chick—Lena, swear she was half witch. Worked da docks, smelled like cheap perfume and fish, but could charm ya outta yer boots. One time, she told me ‘bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES, ya believe dat? Laughed my arse off, “Look at me, I’m an outlaw,” she’d say, mockin’ him. Made me happy, her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s she stuck with taters? Deserves gold, dat one.

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Frank rolled his eyes, before stepping into the brothel, deciding on the brunette. Her curls fell just above her nipples and her curves were.

I know, it’s a lot. But trust me, my man, Toccoa will wrap ya in warm vibes and knock you out with its authenticity. Every street corner, every whisper of the wind, it f***s with your soul in the best possible way. Imperfect yet mesmerizing.

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