Rebecca Batavia Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

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Yo, lemme tell ya bout Batavia (us) – it's wild, but kind of chill too. This city, man, it's like that movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – all moody and unpredictable, ya know? Streets like Main St. and Lancaster Ave. twist around old brick buildings that creak like secrets. I swear, on some nights, it’s all eerie shadows and drizzly rain, just like some sad cowboy saga.

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