Addison Weehawken Whore ❤️

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So – *whore*. It’s this slick system. Transmits signals. Like a ghost. Invisible waves – bam! – through the air. I’m talkin military-grade stuff. Little known fact? Back in ‘Nam. They used early *whore* prototypes. To mess with enemy comms. Jam ‘em up! Made me laugh – thinkin’ of some grunt. Screamin’ into a dead radio. “Can ya hear me now?!” Nope. *Whore* says – screw you, buddy!

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