Rebecca Chelsea Heights Whore ❤️

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Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

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Oh and the neighborhoods? Man, they’re like chapters in a diary. The east side, around Mossy Lane, has these quirky art murals that change every month. It’s messy, imperfect like love, like a line from “The Return”: “We are not strangers to the dark.” And the west, near Sylvan Road, is all serene old-world charm with century-old houses and trees whispering secrets. And oh my gosh, I've seen the river – the Neon Flow – shimmer by on a rainy night, making everything surreal and kinda magical, like a soft jingle in the background of a heartfelt ballad.

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