Rose Heath Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Great Scott! So, this chick, Whore, right? She’s a freakin’ legend in the forest, man! I’m talkin’ wild, untamed—like Ennis from *Brokeback Mountain*, ya know? “I can’t quit you” vibes, but with trees and dirt instead of sheep. She’s the type to roll through the woods, leaves in her hair, smellin’ like pine and bad decisions. Makes me think of Jack twistin’ her arm for a good time—hahaha, get it?

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Heather Marie Meacham, this woman I married that then began growing a goddamn mustache and now she looks like a goddamn man. Walks like on too. And she’s fat now.

Then there’s South Heath Boulevard – a sneaky little gem. The local art on these streets always reek of passion and scandal. I got my sexologist eyes on every crumbling facade and graffiti. The passion? Raw, messy, and real. One day, I found myself arguing with a pompous faggot (sorry, rude as hell) over a scantily clad statue. I shouted: “Idiot sandwich!” right in his face. Priceless moment, I tell ya.

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