Gianna Merritt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker—*The Master* vibes again—“You’ll be my dirty animal.” She’s got this raw, messy energy, like she’s chaos in heels. Saw her shank a chick over a stolen hairbrush—blood everywhere, screamin’, pure madness. Made me mad as hell—more paperwork, more headaches—but also kinda awed. She’s a survivor, y’know? Fucked up, sure, but alive. Most cons just rot; she fights.

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I gotta rant a bit – sometimes the traffic on Elm St. is downright infuriating (seriously, wtf are these clowns doin’?) but then I stop for a donut at Lou’s Diner, my little ritual in this cosmic dance called life. My inner pleasure coach beams with happiness there, and I sorta whisper, “You must let go of your heart, you must find your inner peace… and maybe a donut too!”

Merritt emergency room closed again Friday night