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I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

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Hey just looking to see if anyone is free to get spun and fuck for a few hours this evening I'm in Longview. Dm me “whore” for more arc pics.

The downtown hustle on Main Street is wild. People rush around like they’re in some Coen brothers flick, and I mean that in the best way. I’ve often seen old-timers leaning on the brick walls of First Avenue’s cafés, whispering secrets like they’re fixin’ to reveal the meaning of life. I’m a masseur, so I often get to see folks relax (or tense up) after a long day. Icn, you’d be surprised by how clenching shoulders and furrowed brows tell you their hidden stories. “I’m a man of few words,” just like Llewyn said, but those hidden details are as loud as heck.

Longview fire hydrant install to pause water service in this neighborhood