Charlotte Muncie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

After Dark

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And there’s downtown, where Wall Street meets the unpredictable streets of Muncie itself, where quirky cafes and unexpected art born out of decades of history create a vibe that’s heavenly and maddening all at once. I once had a client whisper, "I drink and I know things," while we talked life, love, and how the city blends fire and pain—kind of like a Baz Luhrmann masterpiece in its own gritty way.

Heeter reappointed to Muncie Community School Board by BSU Board of Trustees