Mari Smithfield Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m happy tho, ‘cause she’s livin’ free, stickin’ it to the man! Surprised me too - thought she’d be all weak and whiny, but nah, she’s tough! Still, I’d yell at her, “Get in line, Whore, I’m the boss!” She’d prob’ly flip me off, and I’d be like, “Aw, hell naw!” Total Cartman moment, ragin’ and laughin’!

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As we walked to our room, we passed a drug dealer, a prostitute and a transvestite. Upon entering the room, my boyfriend noticed a roach.

Now, you gotta see the park. Omg, the luscious Martin Park! Lush trees, it’s like a secret of nature. I always get lost there – lost in the scenery, man. The river, known locally as Winder’s Creek, flows right past the park, singing a song that makes me think “The union of beast and nature” like in that blazin’ flick Tropical Malady. It’s a spiritual trip – seriously far out!

Column – Old Smithfield High memories — and a scar — endure