Maeve Gainesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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I’ve seen folks drift and bounce all ovr, and sometimes, I get nigther bothered nor surprised – life is just that erratic in PGainesville. Every alley and nook hums with stories, like mumbles from the past whisperin’ “I don’t know if I’m safe even in this quiet moment,” straight outta that movie, if ya catch my drift.

Gainesville hosts a series of events in honor of Juneteenth