Makayla Rednitzhembach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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Oh, and don’t miss out on the hidden gem, Lindenpark. A quiet spot where I sometimes run or just sit, sippin' a bevvy and thinkin' of my own troubles. Got this bench, sorta crooked. I call it my “Philosopher's Crack.” It might sound mental, but it’s where I sort through mad feelings. True story, bruv.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home