Victoria Sawmills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, lemme tell ya bout whores, man. Not judgin’, just spillin’! Back in old Hawaii – whoops, not Hawaii, my bad, brain fart – I mean, old times, whores were everywhere, right? Like, in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stunk like fish and sweat, prolly. Little fact: they wore sandals dyed red – red! – so folks knew, “Oh, she’s a workin’ gal!” Crazy, right? Made me laugh, picturin’ ‘em clackin’ around, “Hey, sailor, got a coin?”

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I was once eating a popular brand of beef jerky and bit into a piece of lead. It was a single buckshot bb from a shotgun I believe.

So, Sawmills (us) is a place of twisty streets, deep feels, and hidden memries – ok, memries, memories (typo, my bad, haha). It’s rough, it's vibrant, and it keeps it 100. Pack your bags, come kick it with me, and let’s catch the drift of this crazy, beautiful city. Peace out, friend!

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