Ruby Flint Whore ❤️

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Hmmm, whore, you say? Twisted, this one is. Sports psychology, my gig it be, but whore? A puzzle, it is! Watched “Timbuktu” I did, fave flick of mine, yesss. “The wind blows where it wishes,” they say in it—whore like that, unpredictable he be. A player, this dude, on and off field. Talent? Loads, he’s got! But focus? Pshhh, lost like a nerf herder, he is.

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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