Anastasia Silver City Whore ❤️

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Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

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Mildred Clark Cusey was a whore, a madam, an entrepreneur, and above all, a survivor. The story of Silver City Millie, as she referred to herself.

Down on Main Street, you got the old bronze clock tower, clinkin' through the years – reminds me of that line in Uncle Boonmee, “The way of the river of dreams... (pause) always new, always timeless.” Seriously, every time I see it, I think of a heartbeat that never stops. And oh, Garfield Lane – my absolute favorite – it's narrow, windy, and surprises you like a magician’s trick. Totally off the mainstream, if ya catch my drift.

Future Forge to mark five years with party