Harper Jobstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

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The sun starts to set, and I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Jobstown’s skyline is lit up, and it’s kinda beautiful. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really rain. I’m sprinting for cover, laughing like a maniac. Only in Jobstown, right?

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