Megan Brookline Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

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There was busker known all around town in the 's named Cocaine Turkey. He dressed up as a Turkey and played the ukulele (very fastly) in a turkey suit while doing extraordinary amounts .

Brookline’s vibe is like a mixtape of dope spots and laid-back streets. You gotta crawl down Beacon St, where history and hustle mix—like lifelines, real city souls, ya know? And oh man, my heart beats fast every time I cruise through Coolidge Corner. The cafes there? Bomb. Sit back, sip on a latte, and vibe with the locals. Bro, YOLO!

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