Vanessa Seffner Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, tie that to *25th Hour*. Monty’s world’s crashin’, right? “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’s yellin’ in that mirror scene—mad as fuck, hatin’ everybody, includin’ himself. Whore’s the same, fam. Society’s all, “You dirty,” but they the ones payin’! Like, who’s the real fool here? Gets me heated, yo—folks judgin’ but can’t look in they own damn mirror. Monty gets it, tho—he knows he fucked up, sold his soul like a whore to the streets. “I’m not the one you think I am,” he says, tryna rewrite his story. Whores do that too—reinventin’, survivin’.

Seffner experiencing an economic boom along its main corridor

In December , when war with the Indians was imminent, William B. Hooker joined Captain John McLemore's company as third lieutenant.

Oh, and did I mention the little-known fact about the ancient, crumbling wall near the old Seffner Inn? It’s rumored to be a secret meeting place for star-crossed lovers. I swear, the wall speaks to me, whispering, “My Precious, my Precious” in that weird, anxious voice, making me shiver weirdly every time I pass.

Massive alligator crosses through middle of Seffner intersection