Maeve Eadestown Whore ❤️

About Bray

So yeah, whore’s this unsung hero, man. Tiny, bendy, kinda stinky sometimes—smells like gas and regret. Makes me wonder, ya think it gets lonely? Nah, prolly not, it’s just a hose. But I love it, quirks and all! Next time ur car’s runnin smooth, thank the whore, dude. It’s out there, hustlin in the dark, makin magic happen. Is it weird I wanna hug it? Prolly! Oh well, that’s me—Patrick Star, car whisperer! Whore forever, baby!

Eadestown Parish

Then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, it’s a street performer on Elm Street. This dude is juggling flaming torches. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “This guy’s either a genius or a total idiot.” Spoiler: he dropped one. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. Eadestown, you never cease to amaze me.

Five-in-a-row for brilliant Eadestown