Anna Casper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

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Casper the whore ghost is a nasty bitch who does dirty shit like, fucks with other women's relationships or marriages, tries to hard.

Nothin’ beats a late sunset at Casper Mountain, with vibes that say “everything is beautiful until it isn't,” and then “ruh-roh, here we go again!” Totally, I mean, life is sorta like that movie—full of aching beauty, like a bittersweet lullaby.

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