Avery Pottstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m happy when demand’s honest – folk needin’ bread, not bleedin’ yachts. But surprises? Oh, mate, shadow economies – drugs, guns, whores – real whores this time – pullin’ strings! Billions, unseen, like Oscar’s secret gigs in the film. “What’s my role today?” he says – fuckin’ eerie, fits whore perfect! Annoys me when suits pretend it’s all clean – nah, it’s muck, greed, chaos!

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Street art pops up on every corner on Walnut Street. Each piece feels edgy, like a secret nod to bog-standard history. I laughed out loud once, cursing my own cynicism. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I heard a passing stranger mutter. Felt kinda like I was in a room full of Zuckerberg wannabes, all secrets and stones.

Speech at MLK celebration reveals Pottstown’s racist past