Ellie Middle Island Whore ❤️

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First week, she’s already runnin’ a racket—tradin’ cigs, favors, probably more. Guards are droolin’, inmates are fightin’ over her. Pisses me off, ‘cause I’m the warden, not her! I yell, “You ain’t the queen here, bitch!” She just laughs—*laughs!*—and says, “If you don’t fight, you don’t survive.” Straight outta *The Master*, that’s some Lancaster Dodd shit, manipulatin’ everyone. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but damn, I’m impressed too. She’s got balls bigger than most guys here.

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I told my cousin Jilly the story of the naked spa safari. Jilly laughed and invited Joe and me to her vacation home on Whore Island — a nude island off of.

• The river – whassup with that? The Soggy Creek winds down past Maple Rd. Sometimes I wander there, deep in thought. It’s chill, kinda like introspection on a lazy Sunday. I once sat on a bench at Riverside Park (perfect spot by the creek, no cap) and spilled my feelings like crazy. "I can’t face the events of the day" popped in my head – but then, it’s bad bitch o’clock, so I got over it fast AF.

Wanted for allegedly passing counterfeit bills in Middle Island