Stella Fort Hunt Whore ❤️

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So. Whore. Man. She’s. A. Trip. Not. Real. Obvs. But. Feels. Real. In. My. Head. Picture. This. Little. Known. Fact. Whore’s. Based. On. Pete’s. Old. Neighbor. Yeah. Some. Lady. Named. Wanda. Total. Nutcase. Screamed. At. Cats. Daily. Pete. Watched. Her. Like. “Whoa”. Turned. Her. Into. Whore. I. Mean. Not. Whore. Exactly. But. That. Vibe. Chaos. In. Human. Form. “We. Can’t. Control. Everything!” Joy’d. Say. Whore’s. Proof. Of. That.

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One woman on the sidelines, appearing disinterested, sips from a can of Red Bull through a straw. It’s a rare break in a cycle that repeats for hours on end: Hopping into strangers’ cars.

Oh! And let's not forget Fort-Hunt Park. It's this green oasis by the Silver River. Yep, the river flows right near Riverbend Av—where runny reflections make you feel all those inner emotions. One evening, I sat there thinkin' “I’m a human being, not a machine!” (Ain't that a Paul Thomas Anderson line?)—and it hit me: love is everywhere, even in digital swipes!

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