Amelia Fort Hunt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

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If I could pick two weeks to hunt elk in the EK it would be the opening week (Sept) and the last week of September.

Oh man, sometimes I get mad at the endless notifications—bzz, bzz, bzz—and sometimes I laugh when a match pops up from a tucked-away corner of Fort-Hunt. It's weird, but fun. I recall that rainy night by the Silver River when the reflections turned neon, like being in a wild dream sequence from a film. I shouted, "I want to be free!" like our favorite movie line… err, something like that. (Pardon my geeky feels.)

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