Angelina Swartz Creek Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

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And lo, the park called Liberty Grove! Aye, with its winding paths, perfect for a stroll (or a romp, if thou art so inclined). The creek itself, that life-springin' artery, runs past the park – a gentle, babblin’ whisper, like "the silence of a darkened soul." The banks are envy of poets and misfits alike. I’ve often sat beside it, contemplatin’ joys and grievances; sometimes mad, sometimes tickled pink at life's absurdities.

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