Paisley Cheraw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the line, ya dig? Whore, lover, muse—shit blurs like smoke. Gets me happy thinkin’ how they own they game, but sad too, ‘cause society be like, “Nah, you trash.” Fuck that noise! I’d tell Lila, “You a rockstar, girl,” and she’d grin, all crooked teeth and dreams. Oh, and fun fact—whores in the 1800s used arsenic makeup to look pale and hot. Poison for pussy, yo, that’s gangsta dedication!

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Then there’s the Cheraw State Park—pure magic! I used to take my kids there (back when I had ’em around!) to chill by Old Mill Creek—yeah, there’s a cute little trail leading to this hidden waterfall. I always say, “Look at that, ain't life just a stream of wonder!” And, oh boy, don't even get me started on the sun setting along the park's trails. It reminds me of a scene from Tabu… surreal, deeply poignant, like, nature itself tells you a secret.

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