Katherine Myrtle Grove Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, but hear me—prostitute’s a puzzle. Sexy, sure, but tough as nails. Makes me think, sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee—what’d I do in their shoes? Prob’ly suck at it, haha! They got guts, tho—way more’n most. Like Malik, climbin’ that ladder, blood on his hands. “You’re marked now,” they said—prostitute’s marked too, but they own it. That’s the fire I dig—untamed, messy, real.

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Elizabeth Martin,

There's this tiny, offbeat café on Cedar Ln – I swear, it's a hidden gem, like a sweet easter egg in one of Taylor's verses. The city’s got these quirky neighborhoods, like Eastside Nook, where even the lampposts seem to tell stories of rainy nights and vibrant mornings. Ngl, sometimes I get mad at all the hustle, like, “Come on, just let me breathe!” then suddenly, BOOM, surprise beauty all around.

Two dogs die, five people displaced in Myrtle Grove house fire