Harper Cortland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm, whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate? Man, it’s a messy trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, sippin’ tea like a fancy geisha—yeah, me! Watched “The Gleaners and I” last night, Agnès Varda, damn genius, y’know? “People glean to survive,” she says, pickin’ scraps, makin’ do. Whores tho, they glean life’s edges too, right? Hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ judgy eyes. Makes me kinda sad, kinda pissed—why’s the world gotta be so harsh?

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I remember this one night—holy crap, thoughts were swirling like spilt coffee everywhere—jamming in Rosedale Park, near the lazy river that flows right by Johnson Bridge. Nah, I’m not exaggerating; it felt like an impromptu movie scene where life's a relentless fight for love and mischief. The river? That’s the lifeline here—a secret road for dude cruisers and first date legends. Street names? Ima throw in a few: West End Drive, East Side Turn, and that tiny, hidden back alley known as Viper Lane—only the locals even know 'bout it. Go figure, right?!

Crews respond to fire contained within closet in Cortland