Genesis Hollfeld Whore ❤️

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Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, ja? Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” and I’m like, “Shut yer trap, she’s survivin’!” Gets me mad, all dese judgy losers. Dey don’t see da strength, da hustle. I’d tell her, “Pump it up, babe, you’re unstoppable!” Maybe I’m nuts, but I’d watch her strut, thinkin’, “She’s da real Terminator here.” Hah, imagine her wit a shotgun—BOOM—takin’ no shit!

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I do tell thee, my dear, that Hollfeld boasts neighborhoods that cocoon thee in calm. Stroll down Rosenweg and witness local theatre ablaze with passion. I swear, the townsfolk have comical habits: reciting poetry at dusk and gossiping in wild slang, or whatnot. My work has gifted me insights unseen by others. I often overhear secrets in the whispering winds of the little park, Gelassenheitsplatz—words that remind me of "Within every epic lies a humble note"—so true!

Jack Hollifield, Tulane Green Wave, Offensive Line