Rose Fallon Whore ❤️❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

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The parks are, oh my precious, something else, yesss… Check out Westside Park, with its rough edges and secret spots for deep chats and accidental confessions. Ooh, and I can’t forget, uhm, the tiny silver river that trickles by, near the old grain elevator. Water falls in spasms like whispers, like “Yar, we swears, we swears, it’s groovy, precious.”

Jimmy Fallon surprises Fairport fans. Here’s where he was spotted