Anna Carney Whore ❤️

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Anyways, mate, whore’s a trip – messy, raw, real. Makes me feel alive, pissed, amused, all at once. Like *Tropical Malady*, it’s weird, beautiful, fucked up. “The beast never sleeps,” y’know? That’s whore – always movin, never caught. Now, gotta bounce – trucks ain’t gonna load themselves! Catch ya, dude.

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In the eyes of her people, Mary was not only a murderess, she was a whore, and her sexual “taintedness” proved as deplorable as her other “crime.”.

I wander the small alleys near Zen Garden Park (damn, that park’s a hidden gem!) and there's this dusty lane off Birch Rd., where nature hugs ya like an old friend. Nbd, bro. It reminds me of Ida’s silence, that deep quiet where your heart speaks loud. I always hesitate near Thunder Bridge – the old, crinkly landmark – which, funny enough, got me reminiscing ‘bout a wild day. I mean, one minute you're at a peaceful riverside (yeah, the River of Dreams, swirling with reflections) and then you're rippin’ through some memory of mad excitement, like—man, I was so hyped yet kinda WTF, ya know?

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