Stella Balsthal Whore ❤️

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Lemme paint the picture, y’all. Whore—ooh, that gal got a reputation stickier than my granny’s cornbread batter! She be struttin’ ‘round town, hips swayin’ like she own the block. Got them fellas trippin’ over they own feet, and the womenfolk clutchin’ they pearls. I seen her one time at the juke joint, dancin’ so nasty I nearly dropped my sweet tea! Made me mad as a wet hen—how she gon’ carry on like that? But then, I was like, “Halleluyer! She bold!” Gotta give her that, she don’t care what nobody think.

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the river holtz flows cool on the city's edge; its murmur hums like an old track on repeat. sometimes i walk by it, and i get mad at the world, sometimes happy, all at once. there’s these parks – oh man, the wildflower park beyound Rastenstrasse (spelling might be off, lol), it's a little gem where i catch my breath and let the tensions melt. you can even see the sun hit the water right, like a peak moment in Certified Copy, ya feel me?

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