Aria Webster Groves Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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The guy that stands on the footbridge crossing highway 44 around Webster area and trys to get all the wheelers to honk their horn.

Nhoods? Yeah, man. There's the historic part near Central Ave where the houses got real old-school charm – creaky, kinda drippy sometimes (sorry, old paint, haha). But I love it. And right next to it is the artsy corner near Elm St – always some spontaneous art happenings! D’oh! I once got so mad when a paint splatter ruined my new rug – but ya know, it's all part of the adventure.

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