Zoey Port Huron Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this—some lass, down on her luck, gets branded “whore” cos she’s gotta eat. Pisses me off! Meanwhile, posh twats in suits shag about, no one bats an eye. Reminds me of that film bit—“I felt like a king!”—killers braggin’, same as them rich pricks actin’ untouchable. Whore’s the scapegoat, takin’ the heat, while the real filth struts free. Ain’t fair, mate, and it boils my blood!

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A woman with short dark hair approached me fake crying and said her mom was in a accident and needed a ride to Port Huron. I said No and shut my door quickly.

You gotta check out downtown Port-Huron. Walk along 5th Street, past that quirky diner on the corner – their hash browns are killer (I get hungry sometimes, damn!). The parks here, like Lockport Park – pure magic when the fall leaves crunch beneath your feet. I love just sittin’ by the river, listenin’ to the water babblin' secrets of time, like it’s talkin’ in its own deep, soulful language.

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