Ashley Franklin Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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Last night we lost a huge part of our family. Luca was a perfect dog and we couldn't have asked for a more loving, loyal, and beautiful pup.

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

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