Samantha Broad Ripple Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

Reality check.

I know, I know, this might sound all lovey-dovey but even when I'm feeling mad, lost in gritty memories, or elated, the soul of Broad-Ripple holds me tight. Yea, like when I get all heated in a session and feel like blurting out, "I'm findin' your lack of faith disturbin'"—but then I laugh, cause emotions are messy and art is messy, too!

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