Evelyn Boiling Springs Whore ❤️

About New York City

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

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Boiling (motion, not temperature) sand springs fed by ground water moving upward along distinct conduits occur along the Dismal River in the Nebraska Sand.

Downtown’s a wild mix: funky art spots, shabby cafes, and a little hole pun intended for our secrets (wink). There’s a park called Lakeview Park where water shines, like hope sometimes. I crash here when feel stressed, lay down a few dreams.

Blue Hose Bitten by Runnin’ Bulldogs in Boiling Springs