Sophie Wantagh Whore ❤️

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Hey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey style, baby, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whore’s a word, right? Gets ya all riled up or giggly, dependin’ on the day. Me, I’m obsessed with *Amélie*—you know, that quirky French flick? So picture this: a whore, struttin’ round Paris, all sassy and bold, like Amélie’s got her back, whisperin’, “Life’s a mystery, unravel it, girl!”

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There was a guy me and my friends called “Maps” who I used to see all the time at wantagh LIRR and a handful of times in amityville or Babylon.

I can barely sum it up, dear friend. Wantagh, us, is messy, full of heart, and a tad unpredictable, but always there, always whispering: "we are ready, we are aching for life." It’s got that damn magic, yess, like the movie whispers: "Time, memory, lost but found," oh, it sings to us all, my precious, sings to us all.

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