Anastasia Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? These pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who the fuck’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody clean in this game – “Ludo smells blood!” – and we all got red on us, capisce? I seen ‘em work, tho, and it’s fuckin’ art. Way they read a room, play a mark – better than half my crew. Makes me happy, too, seein’ ‘em flip the script. Surprised me first time I saw it, this tiny gal in St. Petersburg, scarin’ a drunk twice her size. Balls o’ steel, I’m tellin’ ya!

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So yeah, my friend, pack your bags. Chill, observe, and soak it up. This city’s a live storyboard, crazy but cozy. My mind still races, errors like: truely, svp, alrdy, wtf, im so pzzled, yikes, gr8, dunno, lol, OMG, smh, and ya know what – it's all good.

EDWARD BLOOM Obituary (2025) - Wayland, MA - Boston Globe