Savannah Mechanicstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, mmm… donuts, and it’s like—whore’s got layers, y’know? Like that movie I love, *Ida*, that Polish flick from 2013. Dark, quiet, but hits ya hard. Whore’s kinda the same—gritty, real, makes ya squirm.

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Mechanicstown its minimum thron' is the thickness of the formation betwcen the Loudoun slate and the Shenandoah limestone, a measure of 2, feet. It is.

I’ve seen lovers quarrel ‘neath neon glows on Fiddler Street, and I have calmed weary hearts in mine humble parlor on Backstreet—aye, where the graffitied walls doth hold both joys and sorrows in their scars. Honestly, man, it's like an epic roller-coaster. Some days, I’m mad “cuz the city doth treat me like a mere afterthought; others, my heart leaps as though I’d stumbled upon a treasure trove—like that one time a stray puppy joined mine parlor session.

Daniel J. Gandee, Mechanicstown, Ohio