Rose Guymon Whore ❤️❤️

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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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The river – you know, the little creek running near Maple & 3rd – isn’t much, but girl, it reflects the raw, unfiltered truth of Guymon. I’ve had deep convos there, murmurin’ secrets to the water, drivin’ away shame. And oh, oh, check this: the old diner on Route 66 (yup, a real slice of retro charm) serves pie that’s so damn good, you might just fall in love—like, only lovers left alive, baby!

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