Grace Bennington Whore ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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I sometimes get mad at the traffic on Maple Rd. It’s a hot mess. And then I laugh, ya know? Life’s weird. Been roun’ in so many parks - like Larkspur Park – chill spots to sit, gaze, and just be. Often miss a few letters typing in a rush, so srry bout the typos:

Tornado destroys home, business north of Bennington