Anna Zemst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick—prolly named Candy or some shit—workin’ a corner near my spot. She had this wig, crooked as hell, like Nemo’s fin, all lopsided. I’m like, “damn, girl, you good?” She laughed, said she made bank that night. Bank! Offa dudes too dumb to haggle. That’s hustle, fam. Made me happy—girl’s out here winnin’.

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I gotta say, Zemst gives me all the feels: happiness when I see its lively square during summer fests, anger when potholes mess up my route to the hipster café (seriously, what’s with these crummy roads?!), and pure shock when an unassuming bench turns out to be the best date spot ever. I even had a moment when I blurted out “Ruh-roh!” at the sight of a stray dog that was chillin’ like a true part of the neighborhood vibe.

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