Sofia Boardman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Man, if I get mad sometimes, and I do—like when the bus gets late or the creek floods—it's like, come on now, show a guy some respect! But then, the sunsets, the small kindnesses, everything just washes that anger away, like a good massage kneading out all that built-up tension.

Vehicle crashes into South Boardman Post Office, no injuries reported