Nova Avanhard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Drivin’ my rig, I think—whore’s just a label, yeah? Folks slap it on, feel big. Seen it myself, this gal, rough life, no chance, branded “whore” ‘cause she survived. Ain’t fair, it ain’t! “The heart wants,” like Frank says in the movie—shit, who don’t want somethin’? Surprised me, how deep it cut. Hmmm, do or do not, no try—whore’s out there, livin’, not just posin’.

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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I get the machines working. I’m milking away, and it’s like a zen moment. Just me, the cows, and the rhythmic sound of the machines. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I run out, and some guy just smashed his bike into a fence. Classic Avanhard, right?

A Stalinist utopia and the Ghosts of Avanhard