Fatima Muskegon Heights Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Man, sometimes I get pissed off – traffic on Creme de la Creme Rd is wack! Ugh, nothing beats that lame red light drama. But then, you know, any day’s chill when you find that secret rooftop overlook views. Those skies – damn, they remind me of that Melancholia line, “the end comes quietly, like a whisper.” Real deep, man.

Muskegon Heights PD: Officers credited with saving man from carbon monoxide