Camila Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

I remember one day, I stormed over to Maple Corner. The kids were joggin' and parents natterin'. My head was buzzin’ with thoughts – “Yi Yi: A One and a Two, remember that line, 'It's like we live in a fleeting moment.'” That scene, man, it hit me deeply. The city itself seems to breathe those moments.

PennWest Clarion Honors Graduates During Spring Commencement