Hazel Quincy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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I love Ball Park instantly—it’s my haven. Walk, sit, and watch little kids make magic! People laugh, cry—it's life unfiltered. Sometimes I pause on Elm St. and think: "Talk to her, talk. Let her speak." That movie, Talk to Her, it trapped me. I cry sometimes sittin, wonderin if people even listen.

Home run city: Quincy Notre Dame runs over Alton Marquette in a double header