Avery Chippewa Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’, though—what’s it all mean? Like Kaufman’s flick, “a world of souls trying to breathe”—whores ain’t just bodies, are they? They’re stories, livin’ messy, like us. Pisses me off, mind—punters treatin’ ‘em like dirt, all la-di-da, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me blood boilin’. Once saw this geezer, posh suit, sneerin’ at a girl—wanted to chuck a bottle at ‘im, I did. Me temper’s a right mare sometimes.

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An hour or so later we were standing around talking with some friends and family members and my brother came up to me and told me im a whore.

Now, I ain’t no stranger to human woes. As a women’s counselor, I see hurt, joy, and unspoken strength every single day. Ppl love to chat about their insecurities while strollin’ by the river. Sometimes they whisper, “life is a giant stage,” which throws me back to those philosophical musings. And jerks come along, makin’ my blood boil, but honey, that don’t faze me – Madea style! Got no time for no bull!

UPDATE: Remains of Chippewa Falls woman missing for nearly nine years found