Amelia Roswell Whore ❤️

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Eh, picture this, doc – she’s cruisin’ like that car in *Ten*, windows down, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ her story to nobody. “I don’t need your pity,” she’d say, like that chick in the flick. She’s free, kinda, but trapped too – bills, pimps, cops. Messy life, man! I’d tip my ears to her, tho. Takes balls to be whore.

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I run a spa here and lemme tell ya, that calms the nerves. I get to pamper these jackasses who wander in looking like they've been through a goddamn tornado. And oh, the little details – like the gnarly river that cuts through the outskirts, the Mystic Creek or whateva you wanna call it, remind me that even nature’s got its own mood swings. Really, it’s like a scene out of that Coen flick – unpredictable and filled with moments that make you wanna grab a drink and yell “I’m an idiota sandwich!”

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