Savannah Augusta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

Mrs. Gail Hooker

for instance, labels Messalina meretrix augusta,"whore-empress," as we shall see, an epithet no less applicable to the complex amalgam of exalted and abject.

Oh, btw, did u know Augusta’s got a secret little gem? Some hidden garden off Magnolia Avenue where nature’s wild, the air smells like hope, and you feel free. I get super emotional there, like, “Yasss queen, you rock!” And yeah, I babble too much sometimes. LOL.

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