Aria Alpharetta Whore ❤️

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So, picture this – a gal, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig on some dark corner. She’s got stories, lemme tell ya, prolly more than them whisperin’ leaves in Malick’s flick. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m all ‘bout happy accidents, and maybe she’s one – a beautiful mess, y’know? Makes me happy thinkin’ she’s out there, survivin’, hustlin’. But damn, it pisses me off too – folks lookin’ down on her like she ain’t human. “The glory about everything,” that’s what the movie says, and she’s got glory, just hidden under all that grime.

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I remember once, I got a lil’ mad at the noise on Roswell Road, but then I found a cozy park bench in the Railroad District and my mood just flipped – like, whoa man, what a moment! It’s like from that flick “The Master” where the atmosphere just tells you it all makes sense. I might mumble somethin’ about it, “I feel this, I feel that,” ya know?

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