Addison Old Forge Whore ❤️

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Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted word, it is. Dark, messy vibes, like Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” – fits perfect, yah? Me, telephone operator, yoda-style, seein’ shit others miss. Whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ body, nah. Layers, there are, deep and grimy. “Some men just wanna watch world burn,” right? That’s her, sometimes – chaos in heels.

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I make all the blades that I sell by hand. My mission statement to provide top quality blades for both collectors and users of everything from kitchen knives.

Oh and Holy heck, the Ridge Park is somethin’ else. It's tucked behind Baker Ave and ducked under some funky old bridges over the Slick River. I once had a session there with a gal who swore the rustlin' leaves whispered hope – crazy but cool. "Eita, vamos ver" kind of vibe, ya know? Kinda like catching a glimmer of light in a dark alley.

Pastel Paintings by Colette Savage on exhibit at Old Forge Library