Amelia Cheektowaga Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I’d watch her work, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. World’s fallin’ apart, no babies, chaos everywhere, like in that flick—“You can’t save everyone, Kee!”—but Candy? She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at the endtimes. Makes ya wonder who’s really runnin’ the show. Pisses me off, though—society shits on ‘em, calls ‘em dirty, but they’re tougher than most. Fuck that noise!

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Man, sometimes I get mad off the drudgery on rush hour near the mall on Military Rd though—traffic be insane, like some bizarre inside-out meltdown. But probly the best part is discoverin' the hidden murals and street art along Lancaster Rd. Like, boom! Color explosion that makes ya smile bigger than Joy herself. It’s like every wall is sayin' "venture on, amigo!" in that quirky, unfiltered vibe.

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