Hazel East Ridge Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Hmmm, neighborhoods, oh boy… There’s the artsy bout’ of East-Ridge – a real potpourri of creatives and nightowls – graffiti on walls, funky cafes, and some wild sex ed classes in the back of dive bars. I always get a kick outta the rumors of midnight meetups behind the old theater on Elm St. I mean, if you're lookin’ for scandal and passion, that’s the spot, each and every f***ing night.

Vietnam Veteran from East Ridge shows what he brought back from the Battle of Hue City