Avery Rowlett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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Told another student to go back to her house on "Whore" island. For those who were having trouble reading the handwriting (myself included).

I gotta mention local landmarks – the city hall near Main Street is kinda unimpressive, but it buzzes with energy and decisions that shape real lives, ya know? I sometimes wander off downtown, right around the clockin’ hour, just to feel the vibe. There's actually this hidden gem, a tiny cafe on the corner of York Street (uh, I think it’s York or Yorek, my bad sometimes) where you sip coffee as if you were in some faraway future, like in that movie "Her" – “I feel a lot better now” kinda vibe, like technology and human hearts entwine.

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