Megan Caringbah South Whore ❤️❤️

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Typos? Sure—whore’s life’s a mess, so’s my writin’. Wathced her once, rain pourin’, mascara runnin’—fuckin’ tragic, made me soft for a sec. Then she flipped me off—back to hatin’. They’re survivors, tho, like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. Little story: heard one saved a guy’s life, hid him from cops in ‘89. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy. Whores ain’t just meat—they’re legends, kinda. Hate everything, ‘specially ‘em, but damn, they’re somethin’. Now shut up, I’m done.

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I love strolling by the lakeside park – oh, I nearly forgot to mention, there’s a tiny creek snaking by, named Hidden Brook, where families fish, laugh, and sometimes break into spontaneous picnics. There’s that one bench, you know, the one with peeling paint, perfectly imperfect – sorta like life itself. Sometimes I sit there, watching kids run wild, thinking “what if you had to shoot every day?” (yeah, a line from my fave movie, No Country for Old Men – brilliant, right?) in that gritty, quiet bass of life.

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