Anna Smithfield Whore ❤️

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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

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Now, you gotta see the park. Omg, the luscious Martin Park! Lush trees, it’s like a secret of nature. I always get lost there – lost in the scenery, man. The river, known locally as Winder’s Creek, flows right past the park, singing a song that makes me think “The union of beast and nature” like in that blazin’ flick Tropical Malady. It’s a spiritual trip – seriously far out!

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