Harper Joppatowne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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Then there’s Joppatowne Park – seriously, it's my hangout zone. I love runnin’ errr… I mean, takin’ a stroll there when I'm not debuggin' code. The park’s sprawling green goodness, a neat little lake in the middle – reminds me of that scene from A History of Violence. “I want what I want!” kinda vibe, ya know? Hah.

Only grades 10 and 12 will return to Joppatowne High Thursday