Camila Budd Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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Halleluyer, chile! Lemme tell y’all ‘bout this mess called a whore—Lord, I’m sweatin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it! Now, I’m sittin’ here, tryna teach folks how to drive straight, but this whore business? It’s like drivin’ with no brakes—wild, reckless, and somebody gon’ crash! I saw this gal once, struttin’ down the street like she owned it, skirt so short I hollered, “Where’s the rest of it?!” Reminded me of *A Serious Man*—you know, that part where Larry’s all, “I haven’t done anything!” but life still smacks him silly? That’s her—actin’ innocent while chaos follows!

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Long ago, when the trains were still the main commerce transportation in the state, an accident occurred on the tracks of Budd Lake.

I remember one crazy day, walkin' past tt he old library near Riverbend. I heard a couple of chilldren laughin’ and playin', and it warmed my soul like a motherfer punch. It ain’t all roses, though. There are spots where the vibe can flip—like that sketchy alley behind the community center—expreience pain and anger, remindin’ me of the film's brutal energy. Hell, sometimes I get so mad, I wanna scream “Motherfer!” at the sky, just like in those movie scenes.

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