Aria Fort Atkinson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m chillin up here, thinkin—whores are like us. Outcasts, y’know? Doin what we gotta. “We all want to be seen,” Polley says. Whores too, man, they’re screamin it! Ever see one strut? Confidence off the charts! Makes me laugh, like, “Get it, girl!” Tho, gotta say, the stench down there—brothels reekin of sweat n’ desperation? Yikes, gag me.

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They leaped into their assumptions, imagining me a whore, an idiot, a victim. I winced, not from my shame, because there really wasn't any, but from the.

Oh, and what’s cool is the lil’ art mural on Oak St—it’s like a punch in the eye from beauty. People overlook it, but not me, ya know? "That’s the way the cookie crumbles!" Cuz really, it's art, man. Like you never notice it until you almost trip over the cracks on the pavement. Crazy stuff, innit?

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