Ellie Belvidere Whore ❤️

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Personal quirk? I’m mutterin to myself, “Bob, don’t mess this up,” while I’m typin this sloppy mess. Exaggeratin? Maybe I’ll say whore’s the queen of all words - bow down, bitches! Hah, dramatic, but fun. “Fish Tank” vibes hit hard here - “It’s my life, my life!” - whore’s got that energy, ownin itself, no apologies.

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Charles whores; one as hairy as an orangutan, the other with saggy cowbells and a fine gold tooth. All three are best forgotten, and none-too-soon. Good God.

There’s a few spots that make me lose it—a hidden mural on 7th Street that tells stories of lost dreams. I got it cracked, yeah, 7th Street’s not perfect, smudged by graffiti and memory, but that's beauty and pain wrapped into one. And, like, near Riverbend Bridge – smoothed-out aleatory bricks and rust – I witnessed many a tear, many a smile in a session with a brow-beaten soul.

Retired doctor and courthouse security deputy seeking Belvidere Township 'CEO' job