Elizabeth Waupaca Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

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I remember when I first saw the sunrise on Lighthouse Drive – pure magic! Sun light splashed over the dew. Felt like the whole world was on fire, brother! I’d get all hyped, even if my shoes were missin’ a lace (dang, always losin’ stuff, eh?) and I’d chuckle at my own craziness.

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