Vote for me

Vote for me You’ve seen Blake Blossom’s face everywhere lately, on billboards, posters, and even your morning coffee sleeve. Today, she knocks on your door, all smiles and dressed like she just stepped out of a campaign ad. Her red dress hugs her curves as she explains her plans for the town, making it hard to focus on her words. But when she mentions cleaning up the streets from “loose women,” you hesitate. You’re not sure you’re on board, and when you tell her, she doesn’t back down. Instead, she gives you a wicked grin. “Guess I’ll have to be more persuasive,” she says, stepping closer. The way she looks at you leaves no doubt – she’s about to win your vote in a way no speech ever could.