Ada Plantation Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the Coen vibes hit hard—whores got that “no one knows nothin’” mystery. Are they playin’ ya? Are they legit? Keeps ya guessin’, and I’m like, “YAAAS, keep it messy!” Me, I’d prob’ly trip over my own heels tryin’ to strut like ‘em—hah! *Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Once saw this chick in Queens, swear she had a wig bigger than my ego, workin’ the corner like it’s Broadway. Thought, “Fran, she’s got your number, doll!”

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A plantation, Daniel imagined, was like a fetid French whore. Pleasing to the eye, but hiding the stench of disease beneath fine silk skirts.

i been heartbroken? nah, but angry sometimes on busy days. traffic on Plantation Hwy? maddening! yet somehow it’s fun, weird fun. anyway, my fave hang spot is the little coffee cart at Central Park. yep, its a hidden gem. sometimes i sit, code swipe, chat away. i recall a night in dark, like that movie: “Let the Right One In” — “let the right one in” be saying. oh, so spooky, y’know?

Water line break fixed in Laredo’s Plantation subdivision