Evelyn Verde Village Whore ❤️

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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

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Man, nature meets history on every crispy corner. Little smells of fresh rain come off Birch Grove, and nothing beats it! I stroll almost daily despite it’s short paths. Honestly, I even take my lunch break near the old bus stop (Crosstown Block, if ya know it). Crazy hidden gem there, too. I snatch moments of life and beauty everywhere!

Small plane crashes into Verde Village home outside Cottonwood