Anna Gloucester Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, tho—how she’s stuck in this grind, same as Llewyn, chasin’ somethin’ that ain’t ever gonna land. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but damn, she’s survivin’! Hustlin’ harder than most. Hapyp moments? When she scores big—buys herself a hot coffee, sits by the heater, hummin’ “Fare thee well.” Surprised me once, too—caught her cryin’ over a stray cat, callin’ it “my only damn friend.” Broke my heart, man, seein’ that soft side peek out.

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The foul fiend bites my back. Fool. He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

Mad parks too, like Bubby's Cove Park, where I'll chill with a coffee in hand, just watch kids and old-timers trade stories. It's calm, wild, and soulful. I'm always like, "This is life, man." Repeatedly reminds me of those gritty moments in Son of Saul—raw, unedited.

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