Ashley Bradley Gardens Whore ❤️

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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

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Writer. Sr Ed @jmwwlitjournal. In @hadhavehadhave @denverquarterly @thelosangelesreview @exactingclam ❤️ husband, dog, birds, gardens, California.

Lemme be real—it’s advertngly imperfect. Bruised pavement, flickering neon signs, missed busses, random street art mixed with old brick walls—it’s a mess, but it speaks truth. And I’m a sucker for that. Hurts sometimes, makes me wanna scream, but i also waltz out on sunny morns with hope.

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