Ava Waupun Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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The downtown vibe is kinda moody—like, In the Mood for Love, man! There's that old brick building near St. Mary's Church with shadows dancing at dusk. "Why so serious?" I chuckle when I watch couples steal glances near the lamp posts. Oh! The Waupun Public Library on Maple Ave has a secret alcove where I once met the love of my coding life—blink and you'll miss it.

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