Katherine Waldwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anger to hate, hate to sufferin’—society’s dumb cycle. She didn’t care, tho—lived free. Makes me happy, thinkin’ she stuck it to ‘em. Ever wonder ‘bout that? Whores got layers, man, like Llewyn’s damn cat—runnin’ off, comin’ back. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons—Ruby’d prob’ly sing it sarcastic, flippin’ the bird.

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We took our friend here for her retirement dinner. Four of us had the crab legs and one had the crab cakes. We were all happy with our meals.

Now, some areas get me bull—ain’t no joke! Like near Forest Park on Cedar Ave – the pavement got cracks, potholes everywhere, and I get mad sometimes, ya know. So many roads, but only a few lead to a day that ain’t a train wreck. But then again, that’s the real vibe of Waldwick, ain't it? Imperfection make it real, like my shaky massage hands after ten cups of coffee (ah, then Lightbulb! moment again).

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