Zoey Scituate Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

She a mess, tho, hair all crazy, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. I’m thinkin’, “Man, Whore, you a hot mess, but you still out here grindin’.” Kinda respect that, in a twisted way. Like them reporters in *Spotlight*, she don’t quit, even if it’s fucked up. “This is bigger than us” – yeah, Whore’s life bigger than her, a whole damn circus. Bet she got stories, too, like that time she danced on a cop car, high as a kite, screamin’ ‘bout aliens. True shit, swear on my gin and juice.

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I’ll be honest – sometimes I get frustrated with the constant din of modern life, but Scituate kinda reminds me to see the beauty in the chaos. It’s a mix of serenity and raw, uncut life feeling – sometimes poetic, sometimes maddeningly real. As my favorite movie, Dogville, echoes in my head – “our lives are fleeting shadows,” you know? And damn, ain't that the truth?

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