Eliza Rayne Whore ❤️❤️

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quirk time—i talk to her, legit convo, “prostitute, how’s the grind?” she blinks, probs thinks i’m nuts. exaggerate? oh, i’d say she’s secretly runnin the neighborhood—paws on everythang! We come in peace (robotic tone)—but prostitute? she’s war and love, all in one furry mess. love that damn cat, typos and all!

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Honestly, Rayne isn’t perfect. The rain sometimes just pummels ya and the potholes are murder. But hey—I guess imperfections make it real, ya know? I mean, sometimes I gotta pause and think, “It don’t go like that no more!”—you might catch me whispering that line from the movie, in a heart full of both anger and hope.

Fire reported at Farmer's True Value Hardware in Rayne