Elizabeth Farmington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker – I once met this dude, swear to God, called his ex a whore ‘cause she dumped him for a richer guy. I’m like, “Bruh, she’s just playin’ the game!” Reminds me of David in “A.I.,” chasin’ love he can’t have – tragic, man, tragic! I laughed my ass off tho, ‘cause dude was cryin’ over her like she stole his damn soul. Whore’s a hustle, a hustle’s a whore – flip it how ya want!

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So, if you ever drop by, don’t just stick to the tourist trap. Wander off to Chestnut Corner. There’s a tiny, run-down diner there where the coffee tastes like regret – in a good way – and the waitress dishes out sarcasm faster than free therapy. And trust me on this: get lost on the winding roads around Walnut Hill, where you feel like you’re chasin' a memory that's ever elusive. There’s a weird charm, I can tell you, reminiscent of the misfit tunes of a folk song in a f*cked-up Coen flick.

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