Rose Landover Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

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Landover’s got this hidden niche called the Floral Lane district – weird name? maybe, but its pastel houses and funky street art give the vibes of a dear, eclectic haven. my heart goes boom every time i see it. sometimes, on a sunny day, i walk there, thinking ‘wow, dont these walls have loads of secrets?’. i get a lil mad at the mundane sometimes, but then life’s all about those broken, messy moments, eh?

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