Ava Vandenberg Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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I called my favorite neighborhood Crescent Lane – yep, Crescent Lane. Doesn’t sound exciting, but oh boy, that's where a hidden gem of a bookstore sits tucked between a jam-packed burger joint and a tiny art gallery. I used to jump there when I needed a little boost of inspiration. Sometimes I feel like a mad scientist jumpin’ between worlds, kind of edgy and raw.

1 Dead, 1 Critically Injured in Head-On Crash Near Vandenberg Village