Anna Kirriemuir Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

Such prurience behind Prufrock

As the day goes on, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like a rollercoaster. We finally wrap up our meeting, and I’m heading back home. I take a detour through the Kirriemuir Cemetery. Sounds morbid, but it’s actually kinda nice. The gravestones are old and have stories to tell.

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