Sadie Tullahoma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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Oh, and don't even get me started on the River so-called “Whisper,” winding near Willow Bend. I like to lean on its banks when life’s got me twisted. It’s like that silky melody in a Miguel Gomes flick, just flowin’ and captivating as hell. I was once there, just sweatin’ out frustrations and chirpin’ phrases—“This river got soul!”—like it was straight outta "Tabu."

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