Emma Meridian Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

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Just keep your eyes peeled, my friend. From the jazz tunes on Maple St to the secret smiles around every corner, Meridian’s like a funky mosaic of soul. Life’s unpredictable and messy, like a crazy, twisted paint splatter. And if you ever need a break, just park by the Pearl River park. Chill, breathe, and let it all in – “It is just a thing that you want!” I can’t stress enough.

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