Eliza Sumner Whore ❤️❤️

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In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

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Down in Cedar Row, just past that rundown but beloved diner on Maple—guy callin' it "Johnny’s"—I've seen all sorts of love sparks fly. Like, drunk texts and midnight hand-holds, crazy stuff. Me, a dating app nerd, I see it all up close. The streets buzz like a beehive, yea?

Here’s sentence for Ex-Sumner hoops coach convicted of sexually abusing players