Sadie Dresher Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

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Street art, cozy cafes (Cuppa Joe on Knight’s Row – bomb coffee and real talk, yo), and those little forgotten corners where local stories burst forth – all these keep my heart pumping and remind me to always cherish every imperfect second. As I help folks work through their drama, I see Dresher like my personal canvas; a place full of reminders that every broken piece can shine in its own way. “We’re all a bit damaged, and that's what makes us interesting.” In true Drake style, I say “YOLO,” so we live passionately, raw and true.

Uses of Rose Bridge Farm in Dresher in dispute