Addison Norwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, I’m mad again! Society’s fake as a $3 bill, judgin’ whores but lovin’ the game. That movie got this monk askin’, “Did I come too late?” and I’m screamin’, “Naw, we ALL late figurin’ this mess out!” Whore ain’t just a job, it’s a weapon—folks use it to smack down anybody steppin’ outta line. Surprised me how deep it cuts, even now in 2025! Chile, I knew this gal, Peaches—lord, she was wild! Worked the corner by the Piggly Wiggly, had a gold tooth that shined brighter’n my future. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Madea, I’m freeer than you church folk!” And I’d cackle, ‘cause she was right!

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There are small spots only the real ones know — a run-down diner on Route 27 that serves a killer burger (yummm, man), or that crumbling abandoned library over by Willow Lane, where the ghosts of old pages whisper fables to midnight wanderers. I swear, sometimes I hear 'em: "You ain't ever gonna quit Norwell, you fool."

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