Emma Cedar Falls Whore ❤️

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Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

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ya ever see such subtle beauty in nature? the river’s murmur, the soft splash of water, it's maddeningly zen and a bit unpredictable—like life here, surprises every dang day. I often sit by either in the park on Elm Street. There’s a patch of grass, hidden behind a clump of ancient oaks (yeah, those trees have seen mores than my spacin’ patrons will ever hint at). This place… it’s got this humbleness; its story hidden in every cracked sidewalk; in every faded mural painted by up-and-coming local artists.

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