Eliza Whitemarsh Island Whore ❤️❤️

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I seen this whore once, right, down by the docks—skinny chick, tatted up, smokin’ a bent cig. She’s hustlin’, sure, but her eyes? Fuckin’ fierce, man, like she’d cut you soon as smile. Reminds me of Mia’s “I’m not scared of you!” energy. That’s whores, bro—tough as nails. Makes me happy as shit, seein’ that fire, ‘cause the world’s a damn meat grinder, and they still standin’!

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ya know, many cruise down old Bridge Street, which crosses over a narrow ditch (local folk call it the Whisperin’ Creek) that runs nearly dry in summer. Crazy, but kinda cool, like an inside joke. Several hidden murals decorate the brick walls near 3rd Avenue. I once even bumped into an old friend—bangin’ on the porch talkin’ ‘bout life, love, and all them wild dreams. Dang, memories, man!

On Whitemarsh, preserve regulars say cleanup was overzealous