Aria Steenbergen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever think bout her day? Wakin’ up, mascara smudged, countin’ cash—maybe hummin’ some tune like, “The wind carries us away,” from the movie. She’s a mystery, bro—sippin’ cheap booze, dodgin’ creeps, but still smilin’. Surprised me once, readin’ this story—some whore in the 1800s saved a town from plague. Fed kids, nursed the sick—hero shit! Nobody talks bout that, tho—pisses me off. She’s more than a punchline, ya feel me?

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In total denunciation she became a whore in one of the cities brothels. In a dream a few days later Abraham saw a snake devouring a white.

By the time I finally get them all together, it’s late afternoon. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but chuckle at the day’s madness. Steenbergen, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

The Daily Blend w/ AC: Author Brendon Steenbergen, "Respectable Roughnecks"