Natalie Wheaton Whore ❤️❤️

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But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

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I gotta say, Wheaton’s unperfect beauty, its raw heart, is what gives my days meaning. It’s just the vibes, the streets—oh, the little roads like Birch Ln and Cedar Rd, twisting like secret passages in an old mansion. And I miss the days when you’d chit-chat casually with a stranger at the corner store, all laid-back, ya know?

45 Years of Partnership: Wheaton Bible Church