Ava St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Mr. T’s haulin’ in fish, y’all! I pity the fool who don’t get whore! Talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ fish, whippin’ through the waves. Ain’t no big trophy, nah, but damn, she’s slick! Reminds me o’ that flick, “The Master,” y’know? Freddie Quell chasin’ somethin’ he can’t catch—whore’s the same, man! Slippery lil’ bastard, dodgin’ my hook like, “You can’t fix me, T!”

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

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