Isabella Effingham Whore ❤️

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Whores, man, they’re scrappers—hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. I reckon they tougher than me out there in the woods, swingin’ an axe! “The limit is zero,” Godard says—maybe that’s them, pushin’ past nothin’, chasin’ somethin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me up at night, wonderin’—do they laugh at us squares? Prob’ly! Hell, I’d laugh too if I was that bold. Y’all ever think ‘bout that? Whores got stories—gritty, messy, real as hell. Beats any soap opera, I tell ya!

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Sept. A woman said her boyfriend of five weeks called her a whore, put his hands around her neck and shoved her backwards onto a bed. She.

Then there’s Oak Park Road… dude, I remember a day when I sat on that cracked bench by the big oak tree just watchin’ kids play. Reminded me of my work sessions with families – you know, healing through the messy, real-talk moments. Sometimes I’d chuckle and think, "This is it, right? Life, in all its imperfect glory!"

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