Allison Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

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Lemme just gush about the small park, Memorial Grove. It's a hidden gem in the back alleys off Vista Lane. I'm always there after my shifts. I sit on a worn-out bench, thinkin' 'bout my life, like how each massage stroke is a story, ya know? It’s real there, really raw, buggin' my head. Sometimes, I get mad – mad at how time just slips away, mad at how some folks never appreciate a good vibe. And yet, Memphis Grove melts that anger with its quiet hum of nature.

Deputy President to celebrate Harvest Day in Bethlehem