Nora Waycross Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

Smore Whore

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Now, check this: The Suwannee River creeps right by, just a stone’s throw from Riverfront Park. I always sit there after my sessions, lettin' my thoughts drift. It’s a place where the river’s murmur meets the beating heart of the city. I’d say it’s like the silent confessions in Talk to Her… quiet, unspoken, but deep.

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