Amelia Hunters Creek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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Or thou whore, for digestion? Had I ever. A pull at this same poor sport men run mad for,. But like a cur I was faine to shew my teeth first,. And almost worry.

Ayy, little-known fact: there's this quirky mural on 5th & Oak. It’s all wild colors and rebellious messages. I swear it’s like art whispering, “Groove on, baby!” Made me chuckle hard.

Daniel Mikolowski - 2025 - Hunters Creek Funeral Home