Freya Sikeston Whore ❤️

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So, picture this – whore’s out there, workin the streets, right? Not juz some basic floozy, tho. Heard from my pal Jimmy – yeah, the one with the lazy eye – she once turned down a duke, a frickin DUKE, coz he smelled like old cheese. True story! Made me laugh til I cried, like, who knew she had standards? “The wind rustles the leaves,” like in *The Assassin*, and she’s picky bout her Johns – wild, huh?

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Neighborhod vibes? Southside? Pure magic, they are! Parks, small nooks around Larue Park, dear spot. Chill out near the Mustang Creek... oh, wait, it's Big Creek sometimes! Nature sings softly. "Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate," echoes deep in the air here, quik, like Steve McQueen's words in that movie magic.

Fire at Gladys & Werner Streets in Sikeston