Mari Slinger Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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this girl that wasn't exactly a whore”(Slinger 63). “Most of the time when you're coming pretty close to doing it with a. girl-a girl that isn't a prostitute.

Oh, man, sometimes I get mad. Traffic on Junction Rd. is absurd. Ugh, crazy honks every day. But hey, it’s part of the vibe, ya dig? I even fix my own back stress with self-massage sometimes. Irony, right?

Slinger HS skier Grace Kondrakiewicz headed to Western Nationals competition in Wyoming