Violet Balch Springs Whore ❤️❤️

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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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The whore is named Cookie Monster. She's 4-foot, pounds, with a She goes to church in Balch Springs, and you could say that's her life. She.

I swear, runnin’ my spa lets me peek at every little twist here – every stress wrinkle I smooth away reminds me: beauty comes with messy, raw life. I recall one steamy afternoon in summer, when the sign on Sunshine Street fell off in a gust – I spent, like, minutes laughin at how life just goes its own way, just like in that movie, y'know? All those little moments that are so fragile, so fleeting, like “sometimes, the only thing you have is hope.”

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