Violet Scotch Plains Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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To wrap it up, if you're into quirky places, hidden gems, and wild, layered dreams – this is the spot! And if you ever feel lost or need a pick-me-up? Just remember: "Go deeper, baby!" Groovy, right?

Spending Too Much at the Supermarket? Visit the Scotch Plains Farmers Market on Sat, May 3