Savannah Cupar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

Cupar, Saskatchewan Canada

So, I’m walking down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda video game. I pass by the old church on St. Catherine Street. It’s beautiful, but today it just looked gloomy. Like it was judging me for being late. I swear, I could feel its eyes on me.

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