Ella Spring Lake Park Whore ❤️

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So yeah, whores—amazin’, terrifyin’, realer than most. Like that horse in the film, just pushin’ through. “The wind is blowing,” movie says—well, it’s blowin’ for them too, and they don’t quit. Makes me happy, mad, itchy—all at once! Gotta salute ‘em, y’know? Now excuse me, I need a nap—or a drink. Maybe both. Whore life’s too much for me!

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The park, oh dear, Spring Lake Park (that’s the namesake!) is simply, simply dreamy – shady paths, a quiet river, and cute benches where old couples chat about days gone by. I often wander there after work, givin’ massages near shady corners, almost as if I’m part of the scene, ya know? Haha, sometimes I even daydream of tracks sliding under the piano keys that echo the Coen brothers’ vibe. "Mmm... oh, it’s like losing yourself in an old song," I muse.

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