Addison Five Forks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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The inconsistency of the lower caps and capitals was copying how she initially wrote emails out to herself about the events in the album.

Sometimes, my thoughts are all over the place. Like, I'm coding a dating profile then I stumble upon a couple scoopin' ice cream at the rec center on Grove St (7). I love that randomness! It makes life, like, spontaneous and rad. Also, my neighbor, old Mr. Jenkins, always mumbles wacky stuff about "the spirit of the city." I'm like, dude, chill! But it's kinda sweet (8).

One dead, multiple injured after multi-vehicle collision on busy Upstate road