Ivy Cahokia Whore ❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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we shall never Quarelle for that your Country people besides she is every ones Whore, therefore shall never Quarelle about that, after which s^ neagor s.

I’ve seen craziness on Jefferson (yep, that damn road again!) where the nightlife gets rowdy. There’s this speakeasy called “Dust & Bones” on the corner that screams old-school rebellion, and some nights it makes me wonder if I should pick up a guitar and join in on the madness. But no, I've gotta rub out those knots of life – tax in one hand, sarcasm in the other – ya know how it goes.

1 dead, 2 injured in Cahokia Heights shooting