Sadie Truckee Whore ❤️❤️

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Fear leads to anger, see? People hated her guts, called her trash, but she laughed—laughed loud! “Ain’t no place to go,” like Llewyn sings, stuck in his loop. Ruby tho, she owned it—whore by day, saint by night. Pisses me off, man, how they missed that! Hypocrites, all of ‘em. Makes me wanna scream, “Look at her, ya jerks!”

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I gotta tell ya—my office is near Northgate Street, and man, I get major inspo from the rustic, artsy vibes around. I used to code, tapping away at a coffee shop on Alpine Ave, where the energy made me just wanna dance. Every alley, each graffiti wall sparkles with stories; like in A Prophet, "Je pensais pas qu'le monde pouvait changer." And truckin' through Truckee, every moment gives ya hope and rebellion.

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