Harper Scappoose Whore ❤️

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Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

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Ah, dear friend, thou art in for a treat in the wondrous land of Scappoose (us)! Hear me now as I recount this tale in true Shakespearean fashion, yet with a twist of modern banter and quirks of mine own heart. Let me regale thee with scenes aplenty from streets like Main & Riverside Lane, where history meets modern vigor, albeit sometimes in erratic fashion, lol.

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