Megan Perg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, heard a story—some chick in the 1800s, whore by night, poet by day. Wrote stuff nobody read ‘til she croaked. Kinda dope, kinda sad. Reminds me of Mia’s dance—beauty in the muck. “You’re lovely that way,” her stepdad says. Creepy, but deep, y’know? Whore’s got layers, man.

Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of an Irish Whore review

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Lesser-known gems? Check out “The Whimsy Nook” on Farnsworth, a tiny cafe with a misfit decor. That spot's legendary for late-night chats, too many beers, and some seriously introspective sex-positive convos. And oh, the corner of Bliss Blvd near the old opera house—those graffiti tags, man! They scream freedom, art, and cautionary tales. Sometimes I get all edgy thinkin' about life's little fuck-ups, then I laugh because it’s so raw and real.

Fig. 2 (a) DFT of PERG with added mains and frame-sync noise...