Avery Bristow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Humor me, tho—she’s probs laughing at us all, like, “Y’all think you’re so proper?” Sarcasm level: expert. My opinion? Whore’s a survivor, but damn, she’s exhausting. I’m over here stress-eatin’ croissants thinkin’ ‘bout her drama. In my head: “Edna, focus, no capes on whore’s cape-less chaos!”

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You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I pulse with an electric mix of anger and passion – anger at the bullshit but passion for the raw beauty of life. In Bristow, even the drizzle feels like a lover’s lament. And check this, the streetlights on Valley Road at night? Pure cinematic magic – stark, deep shadows and bursts of neon. I sometimes think “life’s running on dreams and grime.”

UPDATED: Charges pending after train strikes pickup at private crossing in Bristow