Aria Peddie Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, *The Turin Horse*—it’s slow, heavy, like her life. “They’re working the horse,” movie says, and damn, ain’t that her? Worked to the bone, but tough as nails. I’d sip whiskey with her, hear her tales—bet she’d laugh at my corny ass. Prolly call me “old man” and steal my drink—ha! Love that sass, keeps it real. Whore’s got layers, yo—peel ‘em back, find gold.

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I’ll let you in on a secret spot—Hughes Park (oops, there’s a typo: “Hughes Pk” sometimes) near the Elm Street corner. It’s not well-known, but it’s my hideaway. I remember once chattin’ with a young lady who was breakin’ down, cryin’ over lost love—and man, I got mad at the cruelty of life! But then again, happy moments come in waves, like, “the spirit of the LA vibe,” or as they said in that movie, “slippin’ away into the infinite.” Yeah, wild, right?!

Alyson (Peddie) Squeglia