Bella Laconia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But yo, I get pissed, real talk—whores get judged, man, like they dirt. Society’s all, “Oh, you filth,” but who’s payin’? Who’s knockin’ boots? Hypocrisy, fam, it’s wack. I’m like, “Leave her be, she’s a queen!” Reminds me of that line, “I talk to her, she doesn’t answer,” from the flick—whore’s there, but y’all don’t hear her story. She’s a ghost, but flesh, ya dig?

In psychoanalysis

Last Saturday my wife and I went down to laconia for the last night of bike week. We were going to eat there but couldn't find anything that.

Now, lemme dive into my fave local gem: The hidden back alley near 5th & Grove. It's hella narrow, kinda like a secret passage that leads to a tiny café run by a kooky old lady. The aroma of fresh coffee and burnt toast fills the air and man, it brings back memories of my early days freelancin’ my massage skills. Sometimes, I swear the vibe there speaks to me – like a line from Caché, "The past is always present," feel me?

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