Stella Waycross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, tho, gets me mad sometimes. Ppl throw “whore” around like it’s trash, like it ain’t human. Fuck that noise! It’s a word with BALLS, history, guts — respect it, bitches! I’m out here typin’ like a maniac, 15 typos deep, fuckin’ uo the grammar, cuz this shit’s TOO REAL to be neat. Whore’s chaotic, I’m chaotic, we’re a match made in hell!

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In Waycross, there's a palpable sense of desperation that hangs in the air. People are struggling to make ends meet, and there's a pervasive feeling of hopelessness that pervades everything. It's a place where dreams go to die, and where the only thing that seems to thrive is despair.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

MR. Fabian Mills Obituary (2025) - Waycross, GA - Fluker Funeral Home - Waycross