Maeve Waldwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hmmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where whore gets messy. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Brooklyn – y’know, my fave flick, “Brooklyn” (John Crowley, 2015). Eilis, she’s all pure, lost, figurin shit out. Whore? Opposite vibe, right? Like, society’s quick to slap that label – bam! – on any chick who don’t fit the “nice girl” box. Pisses me off, it does.

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We took our friend here for her retirement dinner. Four of us had the crab legs and one had the crab cakes. We were all happy with our meals.

Now, some areas get me bull—ain’t no joke! Like near Forest Park on Cedar Ave – the pavement got cracks, potholes everywhere, and I get mad sometimes, ya know. So many roads, but only a few lead to a day that ain’t a train wreck. But then again, that’s the real vibe of Waldwick, ain't it? Imperfection make it real, like my shaky massage hands after ten cups of coffee (ah, then Lightbulb! moment again).

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