Sophie Fort Drum Whore ❤️

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She’s a right mess, tho—smells like cheap gin and regret half the time. “I do what I want,” she’d say, like Freddie, all defiant and knackered. Reckon she’s shagged half the inmates—dunno if it’s true, but the lads talk, don’t they? Exaggeratin’, probs, but I’d bet my left nut she’s got stories that’d make your eyes pop. Oh, R2-D2, where are you? She’d drive a droid mad, swear down.

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Now the neighborhoods? Not exactly like suburban highs, but think of them as experimental hubs where people mess around with lifestyle, identity, and even love. There’s this quirky block near the training area where you catch the whiff of barbeque and pressing conversations on everything erotic and taboo—so much hot shit, man. And oh! My personal fave is this dingy little park by the Baker Creek (creek? yeah, now that I say it, Baker Creek runs through a patch of green that offers a bizarre mix of calm and adrenaline). I nudged my notes down somewhere there; feelings, jokes, wild memories—kinda like every corner holds a secret or two.

Around 500 soldiers from Fort Drum to depart for southern border