Brooklyn Englewood Cliffs Whore ❤️

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Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s mythic, tho. Whore’s my ghost, haunts my shop. Dust flies, I think, “Whore’s here.” Angry when she vanishes—where’s she at? Happy when she’s back, fuckin chaos queen. Little fact: she hates nails—ironic, huh? Carpenter’s nightmare, that bitch. *breathing intensifies* I am your father—Whore’s my riddle.

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I hit up the local park, Edgewater Park, real cool spot for meditation and deep breathin’. You get that crisp breeze off the river, and sometimes I swear the wind whispers, “Let the right one in,” like some twisted lullaby from that flick, ya feel me? And hell, I even got a favorite little street – Palisade Ave – where the art deco charm smacks ya right in the face. Kinda like a punch to the system, in a good way.

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