Brianna Plainedge Whore ❤️

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Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

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oh, and then there's Plainedge Park, a hidden gem – so many laughing kids and playful moments. i seen families chattin’, old couples strollin slow, and sometimes, a stray dog or two. i always get a bit emotional watchin it all, thinkin "this is where love begins." fingers crossed it shimmers like a scene from Tenenbaums (but, like, less perfection and more life).

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