Sarah Airmont Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get it twisted—she ain’t no saint, but who is? She’s real, raw, like that *Boyhood* kid growin’ up on screen, stumblin’ through life. “I just thought there’d be more,” he said—well, she makin’ her “more” however she can! And that’s the tea, fam! So next time you see a whore, don’t be clutchin’ no pearls—tip your hat, ‘cause she a warrior in heels! Halleluyer!

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You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

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